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majesty31 · 2 months

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𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 | 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰'𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎???

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟑.𝟓𝒌

It was late, the sun was slowly starting to set, and still the boys weren’t back. At first you thought they were just late, sometimes it happened, where they just lost track of time, most of the time when they found something or when they get lost.

But they have never been this late before. And to make matters worse, your leader Alby was in there also. And everyone knew that if the doors closed with Minho and Ably inside, you would all be screwed.

So when the rain had stopped pouring, you along with every other glader stood at the entrance of the maze, watching, waiting. You bounced on your heels anxiously, your eyes trying to peer around the corridors for a shadow, a glimpse of life. But nothing.

It was getting darker, the doors would close any minute now, and you felt sick to your stomach. You hadn't felt like this since they banished Ben, and if you had to lose Minho too, you wouldn't even want to live anymore.

And if you were being completely honest with yourself, you always had something more than friendship for Minho. You two weren't as close as you would've liked to be, you've talked to him before but that was just because of Ben or Newt. Other then that you two never spoke, he didn't even seem to notice you, always looking somewhere else when you'd speak to him and just act cold towards you.

Which you never understood. You had come up only four months after Minho did, and right at the beginning he acted as if you were a burden to the whole glade. You knew straight away it was because you were a girl but you never called him out about it because you were also a little scared of him. Minho was a big guy, bigger than any boy in the glade. And you knew of his sarcastic banter but he never showed that to you, all you got was the cold shoulder and the blank stares.

But you couldn't help but fall for him, he might have so many bad traits, such as being cold towards you, never paying you any mind or maybe because he acted as if you were some child who everyone always had to look after. But the good ones overtook the bad, he seemed caring to his friends, funny, determined, always thinking of finding a way to get everyone out. He put his life on the line for everyone, and that was something that took a lot of amount of courage and will power.

You admired him, from afar of course. You wanted to have the determination he did, you wanted to be able to wake up every morning with a set mind and heart.

"What if they don't make it?" You heard the new greenie say, his words snapping you back to reality, the reality that this was actually happening, that they might not make it. And that you will never be able to tell Minho how you really felt for him. But you knew he wouldn't even care if you did.

"They're gonna make it." Newt replied, his eyes boring into the maze, searching, hoping. Like you all were. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you heart began to race. It was happening, you were letting your panic slowly take over. And you didn't know if you'd be able to stop it now.

You could feel your hands begin to shake. They just can't die, they can't. You could feel a warm hand on your back, it was Newts. He knew of your feelings for his friend, and you knew he was trying to reassure you but it did little to no help.

You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach when you heard that all to familiar sound, followed with the ground rumbling and soon the wind blew back your hair. Finally you let your tears slip when the walls slowly started to grind together.

But then.

"Over there!" Chuck yelled, his finger pointing at the two figures who staggered past the corner, reaching into everyones line of sight. Everyone went dead silent as they all tired to figure out why Minho was moving so slow.

"Somethings wrong," Someone, you didn't know who said. Your eyes widened when you saw Alby slouched over Minho's shoulders, unconscious or maybe even dead. It was taking everything in you to try and keep yourself from screaming his name, yelling at him to hurry the hell up. But you just couldn't keep your mouth shut.

"Come on Minho you can make it!" You were the first to break the silence, yelling as loud as you could and soon everyone else erupted into yells and screams at Minho. You couldn't even hear your own voice over all the noise, but you didn't care.

Dread filled your entire body when he dropped Alby to the ground, but he didn't just leave him like Gally was yelling at him to do, instead he grabbed his legs and started dragging him towards you all.

You stopped your screams, and everything around you seemed to go silent, like background noise. Your breathing was just picking up in pace and your whole body shook with fear. Everyone around you knew he wasn't going to make it, not if he moved as slow as he was. And everyone also knew he would never leave a man behind.

Absent tears slipped from your eyes as you stared at the scene in front of your eyes. Minho looked so tired, but still he dragged Alby as fast as he could, and the closer the walls got to each other the more he seemed to panic. Sweat dripped off his arms, his face and his muscles bulged through his shirt as he dragged Alby.

The more tired he got the slower he became. You could see him slowing down, everyone could. You could feel yourself on the furge of a panic attack, everything was happening too fast but he was moving so slow.

Minho let out a panic yell as he tried to will himself to move faster, but he was just too far away. Your eyes shifted to the walls as a thought came to your head, a stupid thought, a really really stupid thought. One that you didn't let yourself rethink.

"Y/N NO!" Newt yelled right as your feet stepped between the two walls. You kept your eyes forward and your panic at bey as you ran with everything in you to the other side. The side no one wanted to be on, the side that would most likely lead to your death. But that was the last thing on your mind. The only thing you could think about was the boy who you loved, and not letting him die out here alone.

You barely made it to the other side alive, having to push yourself out as the walls closed with a crash behind you. You didn't even have time to think about what you did before Minho came charging at you. His face full of anger, disbelief and fear.

"Y/N what the hell did you do!" He yelled, his eyes wide as he grabbed your arm, pulling you harshly towards him. Your heart raced with adrenaline as you stared back into his eyes. "You just killed yourself! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"I couldn't just let you die!" You yelled back, ripping your arm away from his tight grasp. He seemed taken a back by your tone but he regained himself quickly.

"And what? That means you just kill yourself too! What do you think you'll do that will save me? Save us? You know nothing about the maze!" He was so close to you, his tone scared you more than you wanted to let him know, and his words just made it a whole lot worse. You darted your gaze to the ground as they filled with tears.

"Crying isn't going to help us." He might have wanted it to come out harsher but his tone softened. He was right, you didn't know two things about the maze, or how to be a good runner, but that didn't matter, you weren't about to let him die, even if that meant to kill yourself too.

You turned your eyes up into his. "You're right." You wiped your face with the back of your hand as you took a step away from him, which caught Minho's attention immediately, his eyes following your smaller form. "I don't know a thing about the maze, and I might have just walked into my own death, but I wasn't going to let you die alone,"

He didn't say anything, his eyes just staring into yours. And this was the first time he didn't seem cold towards you, the first time his eyes weren't empty as he looked into yours. It made your stomach fill with butterflies, which was so stupid in the situation you were in.

"You don't deserve to die like this Y/N," His words caught you off guard, and for some odd reason made tears well up in your eyes again. You sucked in a deep breath as you turned away, your gaze darting towards Alby, who was limp on the ground.

"We should hide him somewhere," You said, already moving to kneel beside Alby. Your hand brushed over his face, and your heart dropped a little when you saw the gash on his head. But you didn't mention it, knowing why he had done it in the first place.

Minho didn't say a word as he took him by the arm, slinging on over his shoulder. Not knowing what else to do you followed suit, your knees almost bucking with his weight. But you just willed yourself to move even if he was heavy.

After maybe 5 minutes of walking around Minho dropped his side causing you to almost fall over as all of Alby's weight fell on you. Having no other choice you dropped him as gently as you could by the nearby wall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You breathed out in annoyance, getting up on your feet as you tired to regain your raged breathing. Minho turned towards you, his eyes hardening but you cut in before he got the chance to speck. "We can't just leave him here. He'll die. We have to put him somewhere. Or hide him-"

"Where?" He interrupted, his voice full of frustration and panic. You had never seen Minho panic before and while you understood you were also getting annoyed with him. He's supposed to be the Keeper of the runners and here he is not using his head and instead using his panic.

"I don't know." Your own voice matching his. Your eyes shifted around, trying to find somewhere out of sight. But he should be the one to know the maze better than anyone, or so you've been told. "You're supposed to know everything about the maze. Isn't there one place you can think of to hide him-" He let out a frustrated groan before he grabbed your waist, pinning you to the wall.

"You don't fucking get it! Take a look around, we're trapped and we aren't getting out of this alive!" Your breathing was fast from the shock and the truth to his words. His face was close to yours, his hands were warm which made shivers run up your spine.

"With an attitude like that, yeah no klunk we're dead!" You pushed him away from you with slightly shaking hands. "Be the shucking keeper Minho!" You yelled. "And lead me."

"You are a shucking builder Y/N! How the hell am I-" A horrifying cry rang through your ears, shutting both you and Minho's mouths as your eyes shifted behind Minho. You couldn't see anything but you knew what you heard and you did not want to meat the creature that made that terrible sound.

"Okay okay, it doesn't matter Minho. We just need to hide him," You were panicking, you could feel the rise in your stomach and your throat. But you had to keep it down, this was the worst place to have a full panic attack, and the wrong person to have it in front. "What about underneath?"

Minho looked to what you were pointing at, which was under the ivy at the bottom of the wall. "Okay okay but hurry, the walls are already changing."

For the next ten minutes you and Minho got Alby safely under the ivy, you didn't know if it would work but you prayed to whoever was out there that it would. You didn't even notice when Minho had stopped helping you, all your mind was focused on was making sure that Alby was safe to leave.

"We gotta go!"

"What?"

"We gotta go!" You felt Minho grab your arms, pulling you up onto your feet. Your eyes darted behind you as Minho dragged you forward, and thats when you saw it.

Your breath caught in your throat as you laid eyes on it for the first time. The thing everyone in the glade feared, the thing no one has ever seen and lived to tell the tale. It was unlike anything you'd ever seen—half-machine, half-monster, with twisted limbs. It's movements jerky and unnatural. Panic rushed into your body like lighting and thats when everything started to feel real. That you might actually not make it out alive.

You could feel your body turn stiff, and your blood turn cold. You thought for a second you were going to throw up, cry or scream. Maybe all of them and Minho sensed it immediately.

"Y/N Y/N no no no." Minho tried pulling you with him but your feet refused to move as you watched the griever turn into another corridor. "Don't do this now. We have to go!"

"I can't do this Minho!" You felt tears burn in your eyes, your breathing was ragged and heavy, and you were starting to see spots. "I can't-"

"Yes you can!"

"No I-"

"Listen to me!" He turned you around to face him, his hands cupping your face harshly, causing your eyes to connect with his. "Look I don't know if you're brave or just brain dead for running in here, but you did okay? So don't panic now, in-fact you aren't allowed to panic now. You have to learn to control it," Minho said, his voice low and dangerous. "Because if you can't, you'll get us both killed. So shove it down you got that. Shove. It. Down."

You nodded into his hands, your mouth trembling and the tears slipping down your face. You were about to wipe them away but Minho did it for you. You would have questioned it but you were far too scared to even think about anything other than death.

"Y/N, we need to run!" Minho shouted, his voice tinged with panic as his eyes widen, looking behind you. Your heart dropped to the ground as you heard it's dreadful scream and mechanical run but this time you didn't wait for Minho to drag you along. Instead you broke into a sprint, hot on Minho's heels.

The Griever's mechanical legs clattered against the ground as it raced after you two. You could hear its heavy breaths echoing behind you, driving you forward with a surge of adrenaline fueled fear.

"We can't outrun it," You panted, your voice strained with exertion as you darted around a corner, narrowly avoiding the Griever's grasp.

Your heart sank as you realized you were trapped, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. But giving up was not also not an option—not when your life, and were at risk. And not when Minho still didn't know your true feelings.

With a desperate burst of energy, you pushed forward, dodging the Griever's relentless attacks with quick reflexes and determination. Every step felt like a battle against death itself, but you refused to surrender.

Your legs burned, your lungs screamed for air, and yet the Griever remained hot on your heels. As exhaustion threatened to consume you, you felt your pace slowing, your steps faltering with each passing moment.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. The relentless pace was wearing you down, both physically and mentally. The maze seemed to stretch on endlessly, its walls looming ominously overhead.

"We can't stop!" Minho's voice pierced through the darkness, sharp with frustration.

But despite his harsh words, you struggled to keep up, your muscles aching with every step. As you rounded yet another corner, you stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

"I-I can't," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought to catch your breath.

Minho's patience snapped, his frustration boiling over as he turned to face you, his expression a mix of anger and desperation.

"Dammit, Y/N!" he barked, his voice laced with frustration. "Get it together! Do you think the Grievers care if you're tired?" Minho snapped, his tone harsh. "Do you think they'll show you mercy because you can't keep up? No. They'll tear you apart without a second thought. We need to keep moving, or we're dead."

His words struck you like a blow, the harsh reality of your situation sinking in with chilling clarity. Despite the fear and exhaustion, you forced yourself to push through.

"Come on we can lose it down here! The walls are changing, closing! Keep moving, Y/N!"

Heart pounding, you glanced back to see the Griever's glowing eyes fixated on you, its mechanical limbs clattering against the stone floor as it got closer. With a surge of adrenaline, you broke into a sprint. As you ran, Minho's voice became a distant roar.

But then, a plan formed in your mind—a reckless, desperate plan. With a quick glance back, you veered off course, leading the Griever away from Minho's path.

"Come on, you ugly piece of scrap!" you taunted as you drew the Griever's attention to yourself.

Behind you, Minho's voice rose in panic, his yells desperate for you to turn back. But you ignored him.

As you ran, the walls of the maze began to shift and close in around you, sealing off your escape. With the Griever hot on your heels, you pushed yourself, every muscle burning.

And then, with a surge of determination, you made a leap, narrowly avoiding the closing walls as you launched yourself into the narrow gap.

With a sickening crunch, the Griever collided with the closing walls, its mechanical form crushed between the shifting stone. A triumphant roar echoed through the maze as you emerged on the other side, breathless and exhilarated, the sound of the Griever ringing in your ears.

As you caught your breath, Minho's voice reached you, sharp with a mix of anger and disbelief. "What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?" he barked, his tone harsh. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"

Your chest heaved, but you squared your shoulders, refusing to back down. "I did what I had to do," you retorted, your voice tinged with defiance. "We needed to stop that Griever, and I wasn't about to wait around for it to catch up to us. You're not the only one capable of making tough decisions, Minho."

Minho's eyes flashed with fury at your retort, his jaw clenched with suppressed rage. "You don't get it, do you?" he growled, his voice dripping with frustration.

"What don't I get?" you challenged, your own anger flaring as you met his gaze head-on. "Why do you suddenly act like you care huh? Back in the glade you've always acted as if you don't want me around."

Before you could even take a breath Minho was in front of you, with a harsh tug, he pulled you close, his eyes blazing with intensity as he stared into yours.

"Don't you dare say that," he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "You don't think I care?"

Before you could form a response, Minho closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss. The anger and frustration melted away in an instant.

Caught off guard by his sudden change in demeanor, you found yourself melting into his embrace, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. In that moment, nothing else mattered—there was only Minho and the electrifying connection between you.

As you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was more to Minho's harsh exterior than met the eye. And as you and Minho surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire, you knew that despite the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them together.

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thominho-incorrectquotes · 1 year

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Minho: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Thomas: But are you shuffling?

Minho: Everyday.

Newt: What language are you two speaking??

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mazerunnermusical · 1 year

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#the maze runner #tmr #tmr thomas #tmr minho #tmr crack #tmr meme #grievers #jdirm #tmrthomas #tmrminho #tmrgrievers #mine #tmrmeme #alt text

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xoxotommyxoxo · 1 year

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Newt: Please pray for Thomas . Minho: What happened to them? Newt: Nothing, they’re just very stupid.

#thominewt #mazerunnerimagines #maze runner incorrect quotes #maze runner #the maze runner #thrm #tmr #tmrnewt #newt #minho #thomas #tmrthomas #tmrminho #tmr fandom #tmr incorrect quotes

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chiazu · 2 years

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In Scorch Trails when Minho makes sure Thomas eats before even finishing his own food after days of being starved

#the maze runner #thominho #tmrthomas #tmrminho #minho #thomas

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sunnyyyyyyyynnus · 2 years

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The Gladers ⁓ Imagines; Oneshots; Headcanons; Playlists; etc. - Author's Note (on Wattpad)

#arisjones #gally #minhoxreader #newtxreader #thedeathcure #themazerunner #thescorchtrials #tmr #tmrfanfic #tmrgally #tmrimagines #tmrminho #tmrnewt #tmrthomas #xreader #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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sukisheadlights · 5 months

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PROTECTIVE TENDANCIES!

tmrminho x wckd!oc

summary: she took care of him all these years in the maze. But will she be there for him when he needs her outside it?

story: maze runner masterlist

rory’s voice mail 🎧: Sooo I'm not that well versed in the lore (that is a sign for re-watch + re-read I know) either way I haven't made any mistakes as far as I'm aware of but incase I missed anything, let me know <3 love you, say it back!

SPOILERS AHEAD OBVIOUSLY

Sadira spins around in her chair as the dark blue light reflects off her glasses; before coming to an abrupt and screechy halt when she hears him yell through the computer screen. She quickly turns and looks over the multiple cctv screens around her in search of minho, until she finds him. Eventually. She messes around with some buttons around her until the 'griever' as the gladers called it, slows down. She sighs and leans against the chair having succesfully saved him the third time this week.

Sadira could confidentaly say that she was the youngest at w.c.k.d. She was 16. She could tell you alot of things, except for what she does in the abnormally technologically advanced building all day. There isn't exactly a job description for saving the asses of the friends you've made through a screen who don't know you even exist. Infact, that probably hinders the consistent experiements being thrown at these children who are her age, heck— some of them are even younger.

Sadira knows that the only reason she isn't in that maze is because she's the daughter of Dr. Ava Paige. I guess even being an adopted daughter has it's own advantages.

That's why she's so careful when she saves the lives of the gladers, if ava finds out both her and the reckless gladers she watched over are doomed. Boy this would be tough to explain if she met them in person, how would she even act around them? Thankfully she doesn't have to worry about that yet. Right?

When Ava turned her away and banished her from coming to w.c.k.d for 'safety reasons', Sadira was MORE than curious on what her 'mother' was hiding. So naturally, when she called her back urgently she ran through the multiple maze like hallways of the building in search of Ava like a mad woman. Maybe in her own way, w.c.k.d was her maze and cage too. just in a non-life threatening sense. for now.

She walks towards the prison cell looking holding room as she stands next to the woman she calls her mother not looking through the window just yet; she should have, maybe she could have ran instead of walking straight to her demise.

Instead she stared gaping mouth at the other girl who happened to step into her peripheral vision. "You remember teresa, yes?" Ava announced loudly, her words ringing colder than the white lights above their head. Sadira could only nod in response; who the hell was inside that room?

"Unfortunately my love, it would be unwise to get into details here. But teresa recently found her way back to w.c.k.d, back to us. And she has been working with us in your absence. It is with a full heart that I can tell you that you will be learning hands on how to talk to a test subject today. Do not worry child, rest assured, you will be safe." She spoke again as teresa walked away, her tone laced with something unfamiliar which, looking back— could have only been something poisonous. "Go on." she nudged again as Sadira walked into the plain white chamber which, looked even sadder from the inside.

She turned around as the door closed behind her and this, mystery inmate. Her heart dropped to her feet. It was him. He was here. Nonetheless, she approached slowly and sat down infront of him. He looked...Terrible.

"Hello," She said blandly, but internally she was nervous as ever. But if she showed it, Ava wouldn't let her talk to him again. How would she help him out then? She should probably slow down but the difference in his character was unsettling.

He didn't say anything in response and only watched her intently, or dazed. She remembered how his eyes looked in the maze, even if they were facing near death every second of the day. And then she noticed how dead they looked this very moment, when this was the one time in life he was truly protected. She looked towards the one-way mirror hoping she was looking directly at Ava. That's when he scoffed. "They can't save you in here."

She looked back at him, eyebrows raised and all. "What would I need saving from, Minho? You won't hurt me." She said confidentally, but not in the sense that she knew he wouldn't. Well, still in that sense but she only showed Ava what was on the surface. Confidence in the sense that she was hiding her fear.

Minho ofcourse, knows that even if he wanted to kill her this very second he would be unable to, considering the shitload of drugs he was put on. She's pretty, it's a shame she's on the wrong side of all of this, he thought.

"Don't wanna talk? that's alright. We'll get you to one of these days Minho. Time is on our side." the words spilled out of sadira's mouth leaving a bitter after-taste. she didn't like talking to him like this, but if she even let Ava catch on to the idea that sadira had...once grown fond of the boy infront of her? she would have lost her chance. for what exactly? she's not entirely sure herself.

silence engulfed the small white room as she watched the nervous bob of his adam's apple before promptly getting up and leaving.

That night, without much shock. She was kidnapped. "Oh, it's just you lot." she said calmly, looking at the faces of thomas, frypan, newt, and gally. All the idiots she saved multiple times. Well, except for frypan— he was always a sweetheart.

The point is, she wasn't intimidated. Instead she laughed when they tried to threaten her. Then, she asked them to untie her and much to everyone's surprise, they obliged.

Not wanting to leave them high and dry Sadira explained everything to them. How she saved their lives, How she knew them, How she saw teresa, And about how she spoke to Minho. She then warned them that as a 16 year old saving them to those small extents was all she could have done and that it would be unwise to redirect their anger from w.c.k.d to her simply because she knew.

She also agreed to get minho out, but that was a given. The only condition she set down was freedom from Dr. Ava Paige. Who she had the displeasure of calling her mother. They sat on the floor that night and all the gladers and Sadira in unison decided the best plan to get minho out of that hellhole. And they settled.

On Gameday, Sadira offered to walk with Janson and pointed out how something looked suspicious with teresa and her guards. Inevitablly, Janson approached the disguised gladers and it was there that they grabbed her as she sneakily snatched janson's all building access card. She was with them under the ruse of a hostage, just so that Ava doesn't get suspicious and look too closely.

When they found out Minho was moved, it was only because of Sadira and another test subject that they could pinpoint Minho's exact location.

However, she should have probably thought to warn him in some way that she was on their side. Maybe then Minho wouldn't have mistakened her for the enemy and slammed her into the wall once they did find him. ouch.

The escape after that was mostly smooth sailing, there were no losses and only minor setbacks. But those don't matter enough to be mentioned here. [Authors Note: I didn't have it in me to kill off newt so don't blame me] Ofcourse, Sadira almost dying while protecting minho doesn't fall under minor setbacks but she would have done that for any glader.

When she woke up in the 'refugee' a few days later, minho was the first person she spoke to. The conversation flowed much more smoothly when her formerly alive mother (that was fun to find out) wasn't watching over them, she joked. And he laughed. And she thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. So she made him do it again, and again, and again. Until she finally realised she couldn't get enough of it.

They moved fast. From touches, to kisses, to something more. But it was never in the sense that it was too much to handle, Instead it was in the sense that they had waited too long for each other and that they were desperate for this. Needy, even. Which was insane considering he barely knew her. Oh well.

First Kisses and First loves are obviously difficult post-apocalypse but hey, atleast it makes one hell of a story.

#minho tmr #minho tmr x reader #tmr minho #minho #the maze runner #tmr thomas #the scorch trials #the death cure #newt tmr #newtmas #newt x reader #minho the maze runner #minho x reader #thomas tmr #sukisheadlights

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onlytmrminho · 3 years

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"Minho?" Thomas whispered into the darkness of their hut. He didn't receive a response. Thomas sat up, blanket pooling in his lap. He looked over at Minho once more.

"Minho?" He tried once more.

"Mmm?" He lifted his head from where it laid squashed into a pillow.

"I-can I do something?"

"It's still dark outside. What do you need to do?" Minho rubbed at his eyes as he pushed himself up. He turned to Thomas, sitting up in their bed of leaves and sheets.

"I've been thinking about something for... a pretty long time." Thomas fiddled with his fingers.

"What?" Minho yawned.

Thomas felt bad about waking him up. They were part of the dawn patrol tomorrow.

"I,um, nevermind," Thomas cursed hi.self.for chickening out.

"You've already woken me up, so spill." Minho scratched at his stomach.

"Don't be mad." Thomas hesitated.

"I won't, promise." Minho shot him a bright smile.

Thomas nodded. He waited a second before he found himself leaning forward. His lips barely brushed the corner of Minho's mouth before he pulled away with a flush.

Minho tilted his head as he stared at him. "Why would I be mad at that?"

Minho grinned as he pushed forward and caught his lips in another chaste kiss. Thomas' hand cupped Minho's cheek as they fell back. Their lips slid off each other as Minho landed in Thomas' lap.

Minho chuckled as he turned his head and looked up at Thomas. "That all?"

"Yeah," Thomas said softly as he brushed a hand through Minho's hair.

"Good."

#thominho #the maze runner #tmrthomas #tmrminho

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multifangirl995 · 2 years

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Calligraphy

Hi!

Just a really short, like 15 minutes thingy.

No editing.

Pairing: Minhoxfem!originalcharacter

POV: Maria

Warnings: None, lol floof

Word Count:

Enjoy :)

*****

"Whatcha doin' there?" I asked, leaning over Minho's shoulder

It looked like some sort of letter. A scroll of dark paper, words written neatly in black ink.

The writing didn't match Minho's though.

He jumped when I spoke, scrambling to cover up whatever the paper was.

Maybe this is that smut scroll Thomas told me about?

"uh- uh- nothing- just- a thing-" He stuttered, giving me a panicked and awkward smile.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes, "Listen Minho. This is completely natural. And I understand if-"

I guessed I was wrong when his face contorted into disgust.

"No! Maria! This is not the smut scroll-" His eyes flickered back and forth, hand gestures going everywhere.

"Ok! Ok! Sorry!" I laughed, "So what is it shank?"

"Well- I- uh-" He began to stumble over his words again, "Here."

Minho uncovered the paper and handed it to me.

I found a paragraph of sentences in a nice manuscript.

Maria

Maria is nice.

Maria is beautiful.

Maria is my best friend.

Maria is lovely.

Maria is wonderful.

Maria makes me laugh.

I like Maria.

"Minho?- Did you?" I look up to meet his eyes

"Learn some calligraphy for you? Yea," He rubbed the back of his neck, "It's really stupid I know, I'm a shuck-faced slinthead. But you said you liked calligraphy, so I just thought- Never mind. It's klunk."

He began to take the paper from me, obviously embarrassed, and the red on his cheeks only growing.

"No! No!," I tugged back, "Minho I love it!"

His head snapped up, features shocked, "Really?"

"Of course! It's so sweet of you! I'm so flattered!"

"Well..." He rubbed the back of his neck, ego puffing a bit, "Yea"

I patted his adorable smiling face, "I'm taking this with me"

*****

So uhm yea.

I literally wrote this in 15 minutes.

It's completely unedited so sorry for any mistakes :)

Thanks

Love you

~ R xx

#minho #tmrminho #writing #themazerunner #tmr #love #cute #laugh #tmrthomas #hikong #cutie #thenewt #tmrnewt #mywriting #gainfollowers #read #lovetoread #lovewriting #write

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diazevan · 5 years

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Maze Runner: The Death Cure - 26th January 2018

#tdcedit #tmredit #tmrthomas #tmrgally #tmrnewt #tmrminho #tmrteresa #thedeathcureedit #the death cure #the maze runner #libby's creation

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bbadlandd · 6 years

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Minho Appreciation Week ✨

#minhoappreciationweek #minho appreciation week #minho #tmr #maze runner #tmrminho #i love him #and he deserves more love #art #tmrart #fanart #maze runner fanart #tmr minho

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majesty31 · 4 days

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 | 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒍𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐.𝟒𝑲

"Wake up Y/N!" Echoed throughout your mind, at first you thought it was your own voice, yelling at you to finish the conversation you started but then it sounded a little to real. You felt your body begin to shake but not on its own, someones hands were on you, someone was yelling at you. "Please wake up!"

Your eyes slowly opened, a pounding headache ripped through your skull like an awful shock. You let out a groan when the person helped you sit up, but nothing about it was gentle.

"We have to go!" It was Minho's voice. You turned your eyes towards his large ones. Panic and still a little bit of anger was written over his face, you furrowed your brows. You knew why he was angry but why did he seem so scared.

"What-" He pulled you to your feet before you could finish your sentence, harshly shoving you towards the huts door. "Stop Minho just stop!" You yelled, pushing him away from you with the little bit of strength you could muster.

"We don't have time!"

"What are you talking about-" Loud screams made way towards your ears, screams of the boys you had spent months with. Confusion laced your face as you looked to the door you were only inches from.

"They're here," Minho whispered, your head snapped towards his as panic slowly crept into your blood.

"What do you mean?" You asked but Minho wasn't even paying you any mind as he slowly opened the door to the hut. You wanted to ask more questions about what the hell was going on, you wanted to yell at him for causing you to panic, but the look on his face made you keep your mouth shut.

"Fuck," his breathing was getting a little more heavy, he looked stressed but scared, and when his eyes connected with yours you knew he was feeling all that for you. He grabbed your arm harshly before opening the door and tugging you with him as he ran out.

Your eyes grew twice in size when you saw it, no, them. Dozens of them, each just as big and horrifying as that day in the maze. You thought for a second you had forgotten what they looked like but no, they wouldn't let any of you forget.

Your heart pounded with each step you took, praying to whatever was out there that they wouldn't turn your way. You felt yourself let out a cry when you saw one of the boys right in the same position you were in only a couple of days ago. He wasn't dead yet, but you knew that this time they wouldn't just sting you and then leave.

You screamed when the griever did what you knew it would, causing the boy to let out a gargled yell. You knew him, he was on of the builders who was close with Gally, the only one who was brave enough to stand up to him whenever he got angry.

"Y/N don't stop!" Minho yelled but you couldn't stop your legs from giving out, you couldn't rip your eyes from that boy, he was still alive, barely alive. Minho pulled your arm but you only took one step, you were crying, it felt as if you were going to have a panic attack, or you were already having it. Minho was yelling at you but you couldn't even hear him, all you could hear was all the screaming, all the death.

You felt warm hands grab your face, causing you to turn your eyes to his. He was panicked, same as you but for some reason he seemed to be handling this a lot better.

"You need to get yourself together Y/N. I know this is scary but you will end up like him if we stop," he was referring to the boy you only just ripped your gaze off of. "We can't stop moving do you understand me! Just keep your eyes on me." His tone frighten you, his eyes, his body language, everything about him in this moment scared you.

But nonetheless you nodded. Forcing yourself to move, forcing yourself to keep your eyes on him. You don't know why but you trusted him, even after everything you had just told him, you still trusted him more than you have ever trusted anyone before.

"Open the door!" Minho yelled when you both reached the map room. The door swung open and without hesitation Minho shoved you inside, closing the door behind him.

"Y/N shuck your okay," Newt breathed as he pulled you in for a hug, your eyes went straight for Minho's whose eyes were already on you two. Confusion filled every part of you. He hadn't told them? Why?

But you didn't have time to ask any questions before you all heard a low growl. Your heart launched at the familiar noise, every sense in your body becoming alive. Your eyes followed the noise of each step until it got quiet.

You breathed out as silently as you knew how, scared that it would be able to hear the slightest of sounds. Everyone seemed to be thinking the same thing for you had never heard it be as quiet. You yet out a small yelp when it jump onto the top of the hut, everyone crouched down the more it walked.

You felt hands on your back, your neck, they were bringing you closer to him. They were softer this time, not as harsh as before, making surprise run through you when you saw that it was Minho. His eyes were however glued to the roof with one hand gripping tight to a sward.

You didn't even have time to let out a sound when the griever broke though the roof, grabbing a stick that held up the ceiling causing it to crash down. Minho harshly moved you behind him.

His quick movements and protective hand placements made your heart race even more than the thought of a griever looming overhead. The remains from the collapsing ceiling filled the air with dust and noise, making it almost impossible to see or hear anything clearly. You clutched at Minho's arm, fear making its way into your head, what if this was the last time you would ever see him.

"Why didn't you tell them?" you managed to shout over the noise, your voice shaking with more than fear.

Minho glanced back at you, his expression torn between frustration and fear. "Not now!" he shouted back, pushing you further behind him as another section of the roof gave way, sending splinters flying in all directions.

You didn't even have time to respond when around you Newt and the others were scrambling, trying to find weapons or anything that could be used to fend off the griever that was now fully intent on invading the space.

As the griever ripped through the remaining pieces of the ceiling, all hell broke loose. It was like total chaos, with the griever going wild, it's multiple limbs flailing around as it desperately searched for someone to attack.

And in the midst of all the noise and confusion, there was poor Chuck, frozen in sheer terror. Before any of you could even react, the griever's limb shot out and grabbed hold of Chuck with terrifying accuracy.

Alby sprung into action without a moment's hesitation. Armed with a sturdy piece of broken wood, he relentlessly pounded the griever's limb with a determination you could practically feel. The creature recoiled slightly, loosening its grip on Chuck just enough for him to scramble away. But in that brave moment of distraction, the griever shifted its attention to Alby.

Once again, the grievers limb sprung out, grabbing Alby and pulling him closer to the opening in the ceiling. The sight of Alby being pulled further and further towards the griever sent a jolt of fear and guilt through your whole body.

Acting on instinct, you and Thomas grabbed hold of Alby's arms and legs, straining against the strength of the Griever. You could hear the others yelling, you could hear Minho yelling, telling you to get back and let go but you didn't even try to listen to him. The guilt that this was all your fault was eating you alive.

Alby's face twisted with pain as he shouted above the noise. "Thomas get them out! Now!" You wanted to shout or cry out, you wanted to wake up from this nightmare, you wanted to make everything go away, but you couldn't. And when Alby let go of both you and Thomas you couldn't help but yell.

Minho was quick to grab a hold of you, forcing you back and into his arms. Tears dripped down your face as you felt yourself give in to the overwhelming fear. This was all your fault, they were all in here because of you, you let them be in here. Why the hell would you do that? You couldn't think of one good reason.

You could see everyone begin to leave the hut, and soon Minho was pulling you out as well. He tried his best to calm you down but you couldn't think past the fear and the guilt. They were all gonna die. And it would all be your fault.

"It's going to be okay," you could hear Minho whisper, and it made you angry. Why the hell wasn't he angry with you, what the hell is wrong with him? After everything you've told him you would've expected him to be angry a lot longer than 10 minutes.

You pushed him away from you, not moving from the place you stood as everyone else moved away from the hut. Minho wasn't moving either, his eyes glued to yours. And for once you couldn't read them.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" you yelled. "Why didn't you tell anyone? Why aren't you hating me or throwing me towards the grievers? Why aren't you angry-"

"Oh believe me Y/N I am very angry but I don't have time to be angry. Look around you-"

"Exactly Minho! Look around you!"

"Y/N-"

"This is all my fault, alby is dead because of me, everyone is dead because of me!"

"Can-"

"And if you don't get away from me than you will be dead too-"

"I do hate you, Y/N, but not for the reasons you think!" His words cut through the air, sharp and steady despite the chaos still lingering around you both. "I hate that they sent you here without a choice, that you’re caught up in this without knowing why. I hate that the creators are playing these games with our lives!"

You flinched, the harshness of his words a clear difference to the gentle person you knew him to be. His hands fell from your shoulders as if he realized how hard he was holding you.

"I know you didn’t ask for any of this. I know you might not even know why you were sent down here," Minho continued, his voice now a mix of anger and desperation. "But you being a part of them, even without knowing, it changes everything."

You searched his face, looking for the Minho you knew beneath the layers of hurt, betrayal and anger. You didn't even know what to say but Minho didn't seem to be done.

"I hate that you're part of them, Y/N. I hate what they did to us, and I hate that you out of all people..." he stopped himself, his voice worn. His hands clenched at his sides, fists tight as if trying to grasp the anger and wring it out.

"But what kills me, what I can't stand the most, is that even with all of that, I can't stop caring about you." His voice broke slightly. "I’m so mad, not just with them, but with myself too. Because no matter how much I want to, I can’t push you away. I can’t stop loving you."

You could feel your heart drop at his words, your breathing becoming heavy as you looked into his eyes, you could see the resentment that you are tied to the creators in him. And you didn't know if he would be able to forgive you for that, even if his words tell you what you always wanted to hear. He stepped closer.

"Every part of me wants to hate you for being part of what’s ruining our lives, but then I see you, I remember who you really are, and all I feel is this... this overwhelming love."

He paused, his gaze locked on yours, searching for some kind of reaction. "It’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to me. We're caught in this terrible place, and I don’t even know how to control my feelings anymore. But here’s the truth—I love you, Y/N. And that’s why I’m so angry. I’m angry because I don’t want anything to ruin what we have, not even the mess that we're in."

The raw honesty in his words caused you to let out a small cry, tears spilled down your face as you felt relief fill your body. Relief that he didn't hate you. You reached out, your hand brushing against his, you opened your mouth to say something but Minho suddenly closed the distance between you.

His hands found the sides of your face, pulling you suddenly into a passionate kiss. It was a harsh, desperate, his lips moving against yours with so much anger.

The kiss was heated, almost punishing, as if Minho was trying to communicate all his frustration and hurt through this kiss. His grip was tight, not willing to let you go, as if afraid that you might slip away. Your hands griped his hair, pulling him closer towards your body, and with this single act Minho deepened the kiss quickly.

As Minho's hands slid from your cheeks to tangle in your hair, the kiss grew more intense, more demanding. You clung to him, pulled into the centre of his needs, becoming eager for more. His body pressed closer, aligning with yours, each touch sparking a fire that threatened all rational thoughts.

As Minho finally pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes searched yours. "I can't not love you, no matter how angry I am, no matter what they've made you a part of," he breathed out, his voice low and husky. "I hate this situation, not you. Never you."

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