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This is a fun AU vid.
As this doesn’t include Death Cure, it’s positively upbeat. 🙂
This song is too perfect.
The sunlight hits him hard as he exits the Council Hall. One leg after another he moves himself closer to the Homestead across the Glade. He needs to be alone. He needs to calm down. He needs to stop thinking of the ghost of Newt’s fingers on his neck, on his back, his waist.
Thomas needs a lot of things.
Read Fingerprints by Tattered_Dreams first, then enjoy this delicious bit of mild D/s smut. There isn’t enough happy Glade fic for these two.
Minho had a problem.
Actually, he had more than one.
The first was Thomas and Newt.
They’d spent over six months without him. That time spent traversing the Scorch, trying to find him, had clearly made them close.
Minho had been Newt’s best friend, once upon a time, and that night he’d spent with Thomas in the Maze had formed a bond between the two of them that couldn’t ever be broken. He loved both those shanks dearly. And he completely understood how and why they’d ended up closer to each other than they currently were with him.
Source: Running It By You, by astralpenguin – The Maze Runner (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
Short, sweet and funny. I love Minho so much!
Thomas refuses to think about Newt at all, about the way his breathy groans had filled the room, about how messy his half bun came undone, about how eagerly his fingers had opened Gally’s belt. No, no, no. He really doesn’t want to think about his friend, Newt, having sex. With Gally of all people. No. He briefly wonders if hooking up with people you dislike is another one of Newt’s holy but proudly broken rules? Because obviously, Newt dislikes Gally? He must. Dislike him, right? Damn Newt and his damn rules. And now with not catching Newt in the Map Room, he can’t even tease him about breaking some rules himself. And Thomas would rather face a Griever than admit to Newt to what he had seen. Newt rubbing up against Gally, Newt getting hoisted on the table. No. He won’t think about it. He will play it cool. He will give Gally the cold shoulder, Newt probably too, for good measure. He will catch Newt in the map room a different day.
Thomas witnesses something surprising… and is incredibly clueless how he feels about it, and about Newt. 😉 Lovely fic, even if the epilogue is a bit weaker. I especially like the moments with the other boys in the Glade in the first chapter.
“It’s fine isn’t the same as liking it,” Pharm says, his voice a soft murmur in Dean’s ear.
“I don’t mind,” Dean says, a little petulantly, though he does mean it. Sure, it’s not his favourite thing, but it’s not like it hurts…and if Pharm likes to do it, then it’s good. It’s fine. He grabs the fabric of Pharm’s t-shirt, frustrated that there’s cotton under his fingertips when he wants to make Pharm feel how much he loves him. He opens his mouth to explain, but Pharm speaks before he can get the words out.
“I know you don’t, my lovely Dean, my Dean who loves me so much,” He strokes a hand down Dean’s spine and presses kisses into Dean’s neck. “You would endure anything for me.”
Pharm needs to know what Dean likes.
Maybe, if he was very lucky and very polite, he’d be able to catch Edwin’s face with his other hand, tilt it and then, maybe, just maybe, Edwin would let him steal a kiss.
Charles had managed to get as far as the museum.
Literally.
They’d only been at the Victoria and Albert for about half an hour when Edwin had thrown him a smirk, clenched his fingers so Charles couldn’t slip free — not that he’d ever want to — and dragged him through a wall and into a closed and roped off section.
Charles had barely had the chance to form the word ‘ what-’ when he’d found Edwin’s lips pressed hungrily against his.
It had all been a bit of a blur after that if Charles is being honest.
Source: Awakening, by sixbynine – Dead Boy Detectives (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
As the author says: Shameless smut, no plot, some feels.
Mary Margaret isn’t a nun. She knows how long it takes to get to great sex, and it isn’t ten minutes of heated kissing followed by her rubbing her bare back against the floor as David’s thumb presses her clit and makes her purr like—seriously—an expensive foreign car. Sex this good should take months of work, figuring out their good spots from their bad and what they want and how to get it.
Source: cinder over everything, by magneticwave – Once Upon a Time (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Mary Margaret and David, thus technically cheating – but really, who can blame them? Delicious!
Charles sinks down a little lower in his chair and lets his knees fall open.
“What are you doing?” Edwin says, but he isn’t asking. Not really.
“I miss it,” Charles says. “Bet you do too, eh?”
“Charles.” Edwin sounds uncertain. “Are you…?”
There’s a moment of breath-held silence, wound tight as anything, and then Charles says, quietly, “Tell me—tell me to stop.”
Source: Tired of Picturing Love, by dear_monday – Dead Boy Detectives (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
The tension here is just… *chef’s kiss* Pre-canon, hence technically pre-slash, insofar as the boys don’t touch each other. Which just hurts.
