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thomesa-week · 3 months
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Thomesa Week Prompts
Happy Thomesa Week everyone 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 Prompts 🔽 (Click to see the full images)
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Thomesa Week 2024 takes place 11-17th March
There are two possible prompts per day, and three alternates that can be used for any day you like. Day 7 is free day!
Work In Progress (WIP) saturday is new! It allows you to continue or wrap up both Thomesa Works that are partly online already (eg some chapters posted to ao3), or WIPs that you've had on your mind for a long time!
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DAY 1
rain | long way home
DAY 2
“just a little longer" | canon divergence
DAY 3
abduction | "are you awake?"
DAY 4
based on a song | ceremony
DAY 5
on the run | ot3/poly
DAY 6
wip saturday | "if you dare"
DAY 7
free day
ALTERNATES:
ages: over 60 | next door | amnesia
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➳ thomesa week day 7, free day.
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katnissmellarkkk · 5 months
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Collection of introductions of the love interest in a YA series. You can always tell based on how they’re introduced what kind of love interest they’re meant to be.
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[ katniss/peeta - hunger games ]
“Peeta Mellark.”
Peeta Mellark!
Oh, no, I think. Not him. Because I recognize this name, although I have never spoken directly to its owner. Peeta Mellark.
No, the odds are not in my favor today.
I watch him as he makes his way toward the stage. Medium height, stocky build, ashy blond hair that falls in waves over his forehead. The shock of the moment is registering on his face, you can see his struggle to remain emotionless, but his blue eyes show the alarm I’ve seen so often in prey. Yet he climbs steadily onto the stage and takes his place.
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Why him? I think. Then I try to convince myself it doesn’t matter. Peeta Mellark and I are not friends. Not even neighbors. We don’t speak. Our only real interaction happened years ago. He’s probably forgotten it. But I haven’t and I know I never will…
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[ bella/edward - twilight ]
As I examined them, the youngest, one of the Cullens, looked up and met my gaze, this time with evident curiosity in his expression. As I looked swiftly away, it seemed to me that his glance held some kind of unmet expectation.
"Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" I asked. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye, and he was still staring at me, but not gawking like the other students had today — he had a slightly frustrated expression. I looked down again.
"That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when he'd turned her down.
I bit my lip to hide my smile. Then I glanced at him again. His face was turned away, but I thought his cheek appeared lifted, as if he were smiling, too.
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[ harry/ginny - harry potter ]
“You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?”
“Who?”
“Harry Potter!”
Harry heard the little girl’s voice. “Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum, oh please. . . .”
“You’ve already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn’t something you goggle at in a zoo.”
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[ hermione/ron - harry potter ]
“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.
“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.” She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.
“Er — all right.”
[…]
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard — I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough — I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”
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“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.
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[ tris/four - divergent ]
I have to stand on solid ground again. I see a few hands stretching out to me at the edge of the net, so I grab the first one I can reach and pull myself across. I roll off, and I would have fallen face-first onto a wood floor if he had not caught me.
“He” is the young man attached to the hand I grabbed. He has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip. His eyes are so deep-set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows, and they are dark blue, a dreaming, sleeping, waiting color.
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[ percy/annabeth - percy jackson ]
“Annabeth?” Mr. Brunner called to the blonde girl.
She came forward and Mr. Brunner introduced us. “This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don’t you go check on Percy’s bunk? We’ll be putting him in cabin eleven for now.”
Annabeth said, “Sure, Chiron.”
She was probably my age, maybe a couple of centimeters taller and a whole lot more athletic-looking. With her deep tan skin and her curly blonde hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. They were startling grey, like storm clouds; pretty but intimidating too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.
She glanced at the Minotaur horn in my hand, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a Minotaur! or Wow, you’re so awesome! or something like that.
Instead she said, “You drool when you sleep.”
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[ thomas/teresa - the maze runner ]
But he had caught a glimpse of her before being blocked off. She was thin, but not too small. Maybe five and a half feet tall, from what he could tell. She looked like she could be fifteen or sixteen years old, and her hair was tar black. But the thing that had really stood out to him was her skin: pale, white as pearls.
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He approached Newt and Alby, who both knelt beside the girl. Thomas, not wanting to meet their stares, concentrated on the girl; despite her paleness, she was really pretty. More than pretty. Beautiful. Silky hair, flawless skin, perfect lips, long legs. It made him sick to think that way about a dead girl, but he couldn’t look away. Won’t be that way for long, he thought with a queasy twist in his stomach. She’ll start rotting soon. He was surprised at having such a morbid thought.
“You know this girl, shank?” Alby asked, sounding ticked off.
Thomas was shocked by the question. “Know her? Of course I don’t know her. I don’t know anyone. Except for you guys.”
“That’s not …,” Alby began, then stopped with a frustrated sigh. “I meant does she look familiar at all? Any kind of feelin’ you’ve seen her before?”
“No. Nothing.” Thomas shifted, looked down at his feet, then back at the girl.
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Thomas’s mind was spinning. He was sure he’d never seen her before—but then the slightest hint of doubt crept into his mind. “I swear she doesn’t look familiar at all,” he said anyway. He’d had enough accusations.
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[ clary/jace - the mortal instruments ]
It was Alec who spoke first. “What’s this?” he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.
“It’s a girl,” Jace said, recovering his composure. “Surely you’ve seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.” He took a step closer to Clary, squinting as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “A mundie girl,” he said, half to himself. “And she can see us.” “
“Of course I can see you,” Clary said. “I’m not blind, you know.”
“Oh, but you are,” said Jace, bending to pick up his knife. “You just don’t know it.” He straightened up. “You’d better get out of here, if you know what’s good for you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Clary said. “If I do, you’ll kill him.” She pointed at the boy with the blue hair.
“That’s true,” admitted Jace, twirling the knife between his fingers. “What do you care if I kill him or not?”
“Be-because—,” Clary spluttered. “You can’t just go around killing people.”
“You’re right,” said Jace. “You can’t go around killing people.” He pointed at the boy with blue hair, whose eyes were slitted. Clary wondered if he’d fainted. “That’s not a person, little girl. It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person. But it’s a monster.”
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swift-creates · 1 month
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And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat Lover
Thomesa x Lover (Remix) - Taylor Swift and Shawn Mendes
@thomesa-week 2024 Day 7: Free day
I am not a big Taylor person normally but these lyrics just fit them so well 😭
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tmrsunset · 1 month
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Every once in a while something changes And she's changing me
for @thomesa-week 2024; Day 4: Based on a song -> Alkaline by Sleep Token
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pathsofoak · 2 months
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Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Teresa Agnes/Thomas (Maze Runner)
Characters: Thomas (Maze Runner), Teresa Agnes
Additional Tags: Fluff, Rain, Late Night Conversations, it's a bit angsty if you consider the end of the movies, but other than that they're just hanging out, Blankets, Before the Maze (Maze Runner), but it's not compliant with the Fever Code, Pre-Canon
Ten and eleven year old Thomas and Teresa have snuck out of their rooms to watch the rain a little while before they're transferred to the research facility by the Maze.
For @thomesa-week 2024, prompt: Rain (but also Long Way Home if you squint)
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justtorzaplease · 1 month
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We can see where things go naturally
For @thomesa-week
Day 5 Prompt: "poly"
2,440 words
Teresa Agnes is a teacher. The dreaded parent teacher conferences come up, and she tells her girlfriend all about the cute boy she met.
OR: Teresa is Very Loud and doesn't realise it.
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subjecta5theglue · 1 year
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thomesa week day 6- epistolary (alternate prompt)
*:・゚✧*:・゚
decided to write a fic for today! i put a lot of thought into it and am super pleased with the end result, so i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!!
@thomesa-week
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lostinbooks14 · 1 year
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thinking about how Thomesa. and Maulara. and how Maulara is so Thomesa coded. this is my new niche
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Y/N: I don't trust Teresa.
Minho: Why? She seems fine to me
Y/N: Something's off about her behavior...
Newt: You're right, I have a bad feeling about her
Thomas: What? No! Newt! What the fuck is wrong with you guys? *Scoffs* I- ugh, admit it y/n, you're just jealous. I- I can't believe this! Wow!
*Teresa betrays the entire team*
Y/N: *Click their tongue and inhale sharply* SOOOOOOO, THOMAS-
Thomas: Don't. Just- don't. Please.
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Can't stop giffing Thomesa :') For @thomesa-week day 6: the small hours of the morning. And for once this is my own poem!
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that-tmr-girl · 1 month
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How TMR Character would react if someone asked about your sex life
Aris
Offended that anyone thinks they have the right to ask about that
Nobody needs to know about that special part of your relationship, and he makes that clear
Seeing him get protective over it is pretty hot though
Brenda
Looks at the person like they're stupid until they leave
If they're going to try and make you guys uncomfortable by bringing up that private topic, they get to feel it twice as hard
Makes you scream her name later so that person has an answer
Gally
Would start insulting the person
Makes it clear that that's a conversation that he won't have with anybody but his girl
If the person tries again his warning will feel like it had please and thank you in it
Harriet
Messes with the person so they back off
"Why's it matter? It's not like you'll ever find out."
Casually rails you later
Minho
Has a sarcastic response
He'll make the person feel stupid and look like an idiot to anyone that's around
He makes them feel embarrassed so they never ask again
Newt
If you're in the Glade they go into the slammer
If you're not, he lectures them on why you shouldn't ask those sorts of things to people
Sonya
Doesn't bother to engage in that conversation
Goes to find you and ignore that person's existence
If you're with her she turns her attention fully towards you and has a nice conversation
Teresa
She shuts that conversation down before it even starts
Walks away with no shame
Thomas
He tells the person to shuck off
He will not have that while he's around
Or ever
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swift-creates · 1 month
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@thomesa-week day 3: abduction (somewhat messy) moodboard for my unfinished fic For Her
this fic was the first Thomesa and Maze Runner story I ever put up on AO3 and it still holds a dear place in my heart. shoutout to @its-tea-time-darling for the initial inspiration and for being my Thomesa bestie now, then, and hopefully forever 🥺
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nomoreusername · 3 months
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TMR characters favorite place to kiss you
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Your cheek. He always kisses you there before he has to go somewhere. 
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Your hand and forehead. Both are enough to fill anyone with butterflies (but so is Newt).
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Your collarbone. Does this really need an explanation though? It is Minho after all.
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Your lips. It's simple and a classic, but if it's not broken why fix it? 
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Your forehead. It's so sweet, and it's the perfect way to be waken up. It's literally the purest form of affection. 
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Your lips. Once again, simple, yet loving
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Your cheek. It's so small yet always leaves you weak in the knees. Why wouldn't it when it's literally Sonya?
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Also your lips. Why wouldn't it be when they fit so well on hers?
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Your nose. It's a simple and quick yet lasting way to show how much she loves you.
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misskingshit · 1 year
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𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 summary: After so long, you finally take the step. Note: I hope the fandom of The Maze Runner is not dead because yesterday I watched the movie and my fandom that was buried and gathering dust deep inside me, finally came out again, but I hope I'm not the only one. xoxo
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At the beginning, when you arrived, you couldn't deny the fact that you were a little scared for being the only girl among so many teenage boys. Going through a place and feeling some gazes on you was uncomfortable, flirting (or attempts to) were unbearable, but you were lucky to be part of the best group on the glade, your favorite boy in it, Minho. He spent most of his time in the maze but whenever he came back the first thing he did was make sure you were okay and didn't have any trouble with any slimy boy. Your best friend… best friend. "What's up today, are you idiots or what, every five seconds some idiot gets hurt" you sighed "and you guys leave all the work to me" you looked accusingly at Clint and Jeff. "Why do you think they come? They all want you to attend to them, you're the only girl" the second mentioned says obviously. "You are disgusting" you turned around to continue organizing the table with the materials and remedies that you have. The noise of the door made with branches or whatever Gally used, was heard opening and you couldn't take it anymore "for God's sake stop being so stupid and be more careful or I'll have Clint start healing you" You turned around to see who had entered. "Shunk, I never really liked Clint" his voice sounds tired but playful. "Minho! what happened to you?" You analyzed everything you could about his clothes, a bruise on his right cheekbone, a cut on his eyebrow, and his lips somewhat dry and pale. Still, he was the most handsome boy you had ever seen. "The maze, I just tripped, nothing to worry about" he said "but I really would like you to heal me, not Clint" you both chuckled. "You are my exception" you grabbed a couple of gauze pads and alcohol to disinfect. You were standing between his legs, even so, his faces were at the same height since he was sitting on some kind of stretcher, the distance was very short, your body was completely bristling. Your gaze and his meet when you finish putting the band-aid on his eyebrow, you don't really know how to react when you feel Minho's hands on your waist, and even less when you feel his lips on yours. Without hesitation, although very nervous, you followed the kiss passing both of your arms around his neck, Minho pressed you more against him, he was perfect, the situation was perfect, everything was perfect. At this moment you didn't care about being the only girl, being locked up with murderous bugs and a little labyrinth around you, having forgotten everything about your past life, because now you had him and it was the best thing that could happen to you. Your lips collided very well, your saliva mixing with his at that moment seemed the hottest thing in the whole world. "If that's how you start treating your patients, they'll line up" Clint's voice came from behind him. "And I'll kick your asses one by one if you just look at her" Minho's voice sounded loud, mad, rude, Clint just raised his hands scared and left. You couldn't help but kiss his cheek and laugh a little "if you're like that to protect me, I'll make you jealous more often" you kissed him again. "You don't know how long I waited for this moment" he said between kisses, which each time became more passionate and needy. "Oh god Minho" you blurted out after feeling his hands squeeze your butt, kissing your neck. "Say my name like that one more time and I'll fuck you right here, right now” My God, the real man.
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