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majesty31 Β· 5 months
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πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› πšπš’πš›πš• | π™Όπš’πš—πš‘πš˜ 𝚑 π™΅πšŽπš– πš›πšŽπšŠπšπšŽπš›
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π‘»π’‚π’ˆπ’π’Šπ’”π’• | π’Žπ’‚π’”π’•π’†π’“π’π’Šπ’”π’•
𝒂/𝒏: π‘―π’Šπ’Š, 𝒔𝒐 π’‚π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’π’†, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'π’Ž π’”π’π’“π’“π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’” 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐 π’ƒπ’–π’”π’š 𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’Žπ’† 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 π’šπ’π’– 𝒂𝒍𝒍 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’•
π’”π’–π’Žπ’Žπ’‚π’“π’š: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’‡π’“π’π’Ž π’˜π’Šπ’„π’Œπ’†π’…, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 π’…π’π’˜π’ 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’Žπ’π’“π’† π’Žπ’†π’Žπ’π’“π’Šπ’†π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 π’π’π’“π’Žπ’‚π’, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’ƒπ’π’š π’π’π’•π’Šπ’„π’†π’” π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 π’”π’‚π’šπ’” 𝒂 π’˜π’π’“π’… 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 π’‰π’Šπ’” π’‡π’†π’†π’π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’” π’•π’π’˜π’‚π’“π’…π’” π’šπ’π’–, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 π’‡π’Šπ’π’…π’” 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒉𝒆 π’”π’•π’‚π’š π’ƒπ’š π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’”π’Šπ’…π’† 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 π’šπ’π’– 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 π’‰π’Šπ’” π’π’Šπ’‡π’†
π’˜π’‚π’“π’π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’”/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: π’„π’“π’šπ’Šπ’π’ˆ, π’Žπ’Šπ’π’†π’“ π’”π’˜π’†π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, π’‚π’π’ˆπ’”π’•, π’Žπ’†π’π’•π’Šπ’π’π’” 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, π’ˆπ’“π’†π’‚π’—π’Šπ’π’“π’”, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, π’”π’•π’–π’π’ˆ
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: πŸ‘π’Œ
The day you first entered the maze you knew something was off, not just the obvious fast that you were a girl in a glade full of boys but also your memories. You remembered. And not just the little bits and pieces the other boys did but you remembered faces, names, and the maze.
You didn't know the reason why you'd been sent to the maze, and you didn't remember who had sent you there but you remembered the maze and the glade, as if you'd been their before or seen it somewhere. You remembered the boys, you recognized their faces and that freaked you out more than you let yourself know. But there was one boy who you recognized more than the rest, you knew his name before he told you it and you knew he was a runner.
Minho.
You never shared this with any of the boys for you knew that they would most likely throw you in the maze to die. You feared everyone when you realized it, feared they would kill you, slice you in half and string you up for everyone to remember, so you stayed away from everyone and never talked. You felt something deep in your chest that made you feel as if you were different from them, as if you were sent here for different reasons. And it scared you.
All the boys were really nice to you, they all tired to get you come out of your shell, they would tell you it was okay to be scared but they didn't understand the reasons you were scared in the first place. You didn't fear the maze or the things that were inside, you feared them, and your secret.
And after two months of silence from you they all begun to wonder and worry. They made up their own conclusions as to why you never spoke and why you shut down whenever they came near. Some said you were just a scared little girl, others said you were mute and the rest said you were stupid. They were a wrong, they didn't know a thing about anything. About the maze, about the people who sent you all here. They were as clueless as a lamb for the slaughter.
But you hated it in there, you hated being trapped, you hated being the only one with memories and you hated that you didn't know why the hell they put you in there. Why they put all of them in there. No matter how hard you raked your brain you just couldn't think of one reason.
"Minho," You were surprised at the sound of your voice, it was a lot different than you had expected, and Minho who had turned around so fast that the water in his cup splashed all over your face must have thought the same thing.
That morning you had woken up and thought enough was enough, you were going to stop hiding around and wallowing in your own self pity and do something to get out. You were done with not talking, you were done with ignoring everyone and you were done with wondering how the hell to get out of here. It was time to go in there and see for yourself. And Minho was the one and only way to do that.
"Holy shuck," He whispered, stepping closer to your wet form, he didn't seem to notice how your face was dripping or it was just that he didn't care. His face was full of shock, or was it awe? You didn't know, all you did know was the way Minho was looking at you right now made your stomach turn in a way you've never felt before. "Say that again,"
"Do you not see my face?" You questioned, refuring to the water still dripping off. Then it seemed to click. His eyes widened and a small smirk made way on his face. One that you loved.
"Sorry," He said as he tired wiping it away with his sleeve, which only irritated you more. You pushed his arm away but he didn't even seem to care, for the look in his eyes never vanished. He seemed as if in a daze, or dream.
"Will you stop?" You questioned, shifting under his stare.
"Stop what?"
"That,"
"What?"
"Never mind its not important, what is important is why I came to talk to you," You said with a roll of your eyes, this only made the boy worse it seemed. You furrowed your brows but continued. "Uh anyways. I came here because I wanted to ask you about becoming a runner," It grew silent for what felt like forever, as if he was processing what you had just said.
"Are you joking?"
"Does it look like I joke?" He scanned your serious face for what also felt like forever.
"You? The girl whose never said a single word since she came from the box for who knows why wants to become a runner?" You nodded. And then he started laughing. You stared, watched and waited until he was done. Your jaw was clenched as were your fits. You did not find this funny.
"I'm serous. I think I can help,"
"I don't think so shebean," He patted the top of your head as if you were some child which only added to the irritation. You slapped his hand away before grabbing him by the coler of his shift and pulled his stunned face twards yours, your lips close, and your eyes never left his wide ones.
"Don't treat me like a child Minho. I know you must think the reason why I didn't talk was because I was scared but you sorely wrong. I know more than you think about the maze, I know I can help you, I can help us all get out. I know you haven't found a way out, I know you've searched the whole damn place and still nothing. You've lost hope and you think there is no way out, but I know there is and I can help you find it," He stood there shocked, his mouth opened but he didn't have a word to say.
"Okay," And thats how you became a runner. For the next week you trained and then finally you went into the maze. And it was like you expected, all familiar. You didn't feel scared as you ran next to Minho, and you realized how you already started turning before Minho had even told you were to go, as if you knew the way.
And Minho noticed this. He noticed it all. He saw the way you knew the maze as if it were written on the back of your hand, he saw the way you knew the order to which walls would open what days and it was starting to scare him. You knew far to much for someone who just started. But as much as it scared him he never said a word, he was going to at first but than something happened.
You happened.
He started to fall for you, and he hated himself for it. He was like every other shuck face in the stupid glade. But he didn't care, for when he was with you which seemed to be all the time, he felt as if he weren't in the glade, he felt as if they weren't trapped in a death prison with no escape. He felt alive, he felt sane and he felt a sense of normality.
And he just couldn't seem to get enough of you, you felt like a drug to him, and he caught himself thinking about you at the most random times, he would think about you in the dead of night, when everyone was asleep he was up, thinking about you. And he just couldn't keep you out of his head, no matter how hard he tried it just seemed impossible.
As for you, you felt a connection with the boy, one you've never felt, one you never thought could even be possible. He was like you other half, as if someone had ripped you apart and know you had found each other, making the other whole again. But you were still scared, each night you would have dreams, each reveling more and more of the past, and each one was filled with Minho.
You didn't know if they were just dreams or if they were memories, you hoped each morning they were just dreams for what you did to him was something you knew he would never forgive you for, something he would maybe even kill you for.
So you kept you mouth shut about them as-well.
And after three months another greenie had come up, one that you recognized in an instant, and before you even remembered his name you did. You had seen him in your dreams, but he was different, he was reblouse, and you knew he did something to get him put down here, but you just couldn't remember what it was. And it was driving you crazy. For you had little bits and pieces of it but not the full puzzle.
And too soon, much to soon the boy became a runner, a lot of things started going wrong the second he showed up, and everyone saw this. But no one said a word about it other than Gally of course. But the rest saw hope in him, a hope that maybe he was the key to getting out, so when Minho had declared him a runner everyone kept their mouths shut when you three entered the maze.
But that day, was a day you would never forget, a day you wished never happened, a day he wished never happened.
You were running a good distance behind Thomas and Minho, looking around the maze when you spotted it. It looked awful, worse than any nightmare, worse than any monster and you new that you wouldn't be able to get away from this thing. It was too close.
But you tired anyways, yelling out to the boys and running faster than you had before, the greavior right at your heels, screaming and snapping its jaw as if trying to catch you in its mouth.
When Minho saw you he knew, and it made his heart drop, it was too close, it was too fast, and you were already tired from the run. He could see you struggling to keep moving, he felt sick to his stomach when he saw the cold fear laced in your eyes, he wanted to run towards you and take your place but Thomas grabbed his shirt pulling him to run before him.
But Minho stopped running altogether the second he heard your screams, screams he knew he'd hear in his nightmares, screams that made his heart shatter into a million pieces. He turned around, his eyes going towards your screaming and bloody form that was laid on the cold stone floor. The greivor was on-top of you, its jaw inches from your crying face, the only thing that kept it away was the stick that was pressed agents it, one that you must have found near you.
He had never heard cries or screams like this and he hopped he would never hear them again. He tired running towards you but thomas held him back, yelling at him to keep going and how it was to late for you, but Minho was barely listening to him, his eyes were fixed on you. He felt his whole body shaking, he thought he might cry, yell something, anything. This couldn't be your ending. He didn't even get to say everything he wanted to. He never told you his feelings, or how much he thought about you, or how he craved to be kissed by you or even just hugged by you.
It all felt as if it were happening in slow motion, Thomas's yelling was background noise, as was you, all he could hear were the same thoughts in his head. You can't leave her. You can't leave her. You love her. You love her! They were yelling at him. His heart felt as if it would explode, he just wanted this nightmare to end. It had to end now!
You screamed louder, so loud that Minho was sure they heard you from all the way in the glade. You felt something stab your side and just like that you blacked out.
Minho and Thomas ran towards you the second the greavior ran off, leaving you there, bloody, crying and violent. You were stung. Dread filled both boys when they saw you, how you acted. They knew. And no matter what you were ruined.
They dragged your body back to the glade, all of the boys were already at the opening. They must have heard your screams.
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You woke up with a gasp, sitting up with wide eyes as you looked around the room, trying to figure out where the hell you were. The room was dark, and empty except for a body that was slouched over on a chair. Minho.
You tired moving off the bed but this only woke him, cauing him to move towards you, worry written all over his face. You back away, tears coming to your eyes and your hands pushing at him. He was confused, and looked to be scared. You don't think you've ever seen him scared.
"Y/N wha-"
"Get away from me!" You yelled, falling off the bed completely when he tired to reach out to you again. You were quick to stand up but he was also quick to reach you.
"What the shuck is going o-"
"Stop Minho please don't come near-"
"Why not!? What did I do? What did you see?" Your hands were shaking, your face was wet and you were so scared. He could see it. And it only made him more and more worried.
"You," He blinked, confusion taking over all other emotion.
"What?"
"I saw." You paused, catching your breath and calming your nerves. "I saw you,"
"What did you see?" He asked again. Stepping a little closer. You looked at the ground, knowing if you told him you might lose him forever. You had grown to love him, and you were starting to wonder if maybe he felt the same.
"You will hate me Minho,"
"I couldn't ever hate you." You shock your head. He was right in front of you now. You could see his shoes and feel his warmed. He lifted your chin, his eyes connecting with yours. "It doesnt matter what you saw."
"Yes it does," You whispered, taking his hand away from your face. "Minho. I did this to you." His brows furrowed.
"Did what?" He already knew what you were talking about and he didn't know why he was even asking, but he wanted to hear it from you.
"I put you in here. The whole time you were here I was-I was watching from the other side. I saw everything that happened to you. I was in charge of you Minho," He blinked. And everything clicked. Why you knew so much about the maze. He didn't even know what to say, he didn't know how to react.
"What?" His voice was quiet, you've never heard him so quiet. He seemed confused, betrayed and hurt. He backed away from you causing your heart to drop to your stomach.
"I-I was your doctor, I did the tests. You were my test subject, you were the one I was responsible for..." You stopped, your voice breaking when you saw a tear slip from his eyes.
"You?" He was hurt, his heart was shattered. "You did this to me!" He yelled, making you flinch. He trusted you, more than he's ever trusted anyone else before, he fucking fell in love with you. And you were behind all of this! He couldn't believe his ears. He didn't want to believe it.
"I'm so sorry-"
"Sorry doesn't do shit! It doesn't make it all better! No matter what you fucking sa..." He paused, looking at the ground as you heard a sob. "You did this damage to me, to us. You traumatized us all and for what?"
"I-I don-" He moved so fast, so fast that you got wiplash. He pushed you agents the wall, taking both hands and pinning them to the wall.
"You what!?" He yelled. You let out a sob, shaking your head as you looked down. "Look at me!" You didn't do it, you couldn't look into his eyes without it ripping your soul into pieces. But he lifted your chin up, making you look into his eyes. "You what?"
"I don't know why, it hasn't all come back to me yet," he let go of you and took a step back, giving a small laugh as he shock his head.
"Isn't that fucking convenient," You were scared. He never acted this way. "You don't remember why. But it must have been pretty fucking important if it meant to traumatize and experiment on teenagers. Fucking children!"
"But that isn't me anymore!" You yelled back. "I don't know who that girl is anymore. I don..." You felt as if you were going to have a panic attack, you didn't know how to explain it to him, and you were so scared you had just lost him forever.
"Y/N?" His voice was like a background noise. You felt lightheaded and so warm. This wasn't good. You felt yourself waver and stumble. And soon he was right by your side, holding onto you so you wouldnt fall.
"Minho," You cried. "I know. I know you hate me right now," You felt as if you were going to black out at any moment now but you had to say this before. "But I would never do anything she did. I would never hurt you, and I'm so sorry I did," You were only being held up my Minho at this point. You couldn't see his face, you couldn't hear his voice. And then you blacked out.
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MASTERLIST
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CONTENT WARNINGS IN GREEN
β—‹ FLUFF | β–‘ SPICE | ● ANGST | β–  SMUT |β€’ HEADCANONS
β—‡ FEM! READER | β˜† GN! READER | γ€Šγ€‹ MASC! READER
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β–‘ LONGING FROM AFAR β—‡
↳ Minho has always been cocky and self-assured. That is until a girl arrives in the Glade. A girl he's had some interesting dreams about.
Contains suggestive content and spice.
β€’ SOME HEADCANONS β—‡
↳ Just some headcanons about our favourite Runner.
Contains suggestive content and spice.
β–‘ FIRECRACKER β—‡
↳ Minho finally agrees to teach you how to fight after weeks of pestering him. Though, things take an unexpected turn.
Contains suggestive content and spice.
β—‹ SAFE PLACE β—‡
↳ After you narrowly escape the vicious actions of another Glader who couldn't take no for an answer, you find refuge in Minho's hut - and his arms.
Contains references to sexual assault but there's nothing explicit.
β—‹ UNDER THE INFLUENCE β—‡
↳ After the Greenie Day celebrations leave you a little bit intoxicated, Minho takes care of you and keeps you safe.
β—‹ HIDE AND SEEK β—‡
↳ You're training to be a Runner and, as the Keeper, Minho is made to look after you. Though, things take a dramatic turn as Minho is forced to save your life.
LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER β—‡ ➀
β–‘ PART 1 | β–  PART 2
↳ Somehow, you end up giving your best friend a massage. Things go about as well as expected.
Basically porn with plot. 18+
β–‘ INAPPROPRIATE WORKPLACE BEHAVIOUR β—‡
↳ You miss out on the Bonfire to stay to help Minho with the Maps. Unfortunately, he's a little distracted.
Contains suggestive content and spice.
β–‘ AFTER THE CALM β—‡
↳ Joining the group from the scorch, the Gladers take a blow after losing Newt to the Crank Palace. So, you help cheer Minho up.
Book-based fic. Contains suggestive content and spice.
β–  REWARD AFTER A HARD DAY'S WORK β—‡
↳ You try to spend as much time with your boyfriend as you can. So, when he finishes his long day of running the Maze, you decide to join him in the shower.
More porn with very little plot. 18+
β–‘ BEYOND THE OTHER SIDEΒ β—‡
↳ Despite your feelings for one another, you and Minho have decided it's best to stay friends. But, after you nearly lose him to the clutches of the Maze, and he says some choice words to Gally - you decide enough is enough.
Book based fic. Some suggestive themes.
● ALL YOU HAVE β—‡
↳ Minho has always had you by his side. He doesn't know how he'd cope without you. Well, now he might have to learn how.
Bro, you die. Rip.
WARMTH IN COLD PLACES β—‡ ➀
β—‹ PART 1 | β–‘ PART 2
↳ You are an undercover agent for The Right Arm working behind enemy lines in WCKD's headquarters. Your simple intel gig ends up being the least of your problems as you're suddenly put on the front lines of a rescue mission. It doesn't help that the boy you're pretending to keep prisoner is pretty cute.
β–‘ BEHAVE β—‡
↳ You're obsessed with your boyfriend. It's just so hard to keep your hands off of him - even when he's working.
Contains suggestive content and spice.
β–‘ MIRAGE OF THE PAST β—‡
↳ Despite never seeing Minho before, you swear you recognise him. That's why you're always staring. Well, and the man is fine. Now in your place of refuge, the Safe Haven provides you with a home, and a new sense of freedom. A bit of flirting can't hurt, right?
Contains suggestive content and spice.
β—‹ IT TAKES TIME Β β—‡
↳ You were immediately attracted to Minho when you met him in the Scorch. Now, after six months and many losses, you're reunited.
β—‹ STAY CLOSE γ€Šγ€‹
↳ Your dream of becoming a Runner is crushed time and time again. But that doesn't stop you from running out into the Maze to help Minho and Alby. Though, that doesn't mean you're the only one willing to risk your life to protect those you care about.
β–‘ FRIENDLY COMPETITION β—‡
↳ A friendly game of capture the flag turns heated thanks to yours and Minho's competitive spirit.
Contains suggestive content and spice.
β—‹ SOFT AT HEART β—‡
↳ Soft, sweet and caring; you're the mother of the Glade.
β–  FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING β—‡
↳ Your's and Minho's first time.
Some fluffy smut. 18+.
β—‹ BLIND EYE β—‡
↳ Minho has a crush on you. You're oblivious. He's losing his mind.
β—‹ DECEPTION IN LIBERATION β—‡
↳ You're from Group B. Meeting someone in the middle of a prison break is one hell of an introduction.
β–‘ HIGH SCHOOL NOT-SO-SWEET-HEARTS β—‡
↳ High school AU. Minho is popular and sporty. You're quiet and smart. It's a stereotypical high-school romance, except Minho is the one tripping over himself for you. And, well, you don't believe him.
Contains suggestive content and spice. Minho won't accept your rejection.
β—‹ HOW TO WINGMAN (POORLY) β˜†
↳ Everyone in the Glade is sick of watching you and Minho dance around your feelings for each other. So, they decide to do something about it. Well, they attempt to, at least.
β—‹ DIE FOR YOU β˜†
↳ Song fic based off of "Die for You" by The Weekend.
ON YOUR OWN β—‡ ➀
β—‹ PART 1 | β—‹ PART 2 | β—‹ PART 3
↳ You were put in a Maze all on your own, with nothing but your dog. The isolation is one thing, but what'll happen when you finally escape?
β—‹ SOLIDARITY β—‡
↳ Minho is used to being the tough guy; but he doesn't know how to react when he meets someone tougher than him.
β—‹ LIFE BEFORE DROWNING β—‡
↳ You're from one of the many alternative Mazes - and yours happened to be full of water. Though, you only realise how weird your Maze was when you reach the Safe Haven, and meet a certain Runner, who feels weirdly familiar.
β—‹ SAVIOR COMPLEX β—‡
↳ You're a new Runner, and a disobedient one. So, when you get stung, Minho is left to play saviour. And doctor. Though, as he looks after you, he starts to think you might not be so bad.
β—‹ IN ADVANCE OF GREIF β—‡
↳ Getting bitten by a crank is never fun. But, you're from a Maze, so, you'll be fine... right?
β–‘ EXPOSURE β—‡
↳ In an attempt to comfort Chuck, you confess an embarrassing secret about something you did back when you were crushing on Minho and before you started dating. Unfortunately, your boyfriend isn't as heavy of a sleeper as you originally thought.
Contains mild suggestive content and spice.
β–‘ SPARKS β—‡
↳ Now in the Safe Haven, the sexual tension between you and Minho has turned into a twisted game of restraint. Though, it's hard not to break when you finally catch a glimpse of Minho's lightning scars.
Contains suggestive themes and spice.
β–‘ BEST FEATURE β˜†
↳ You can't stop staring at Minho's arms.
Contains suggestive content and spice.
β€’ INDOCTRINATION β˜†
↳ The first time you ever met Minho in the WICKED facility, and the corrupt childhood you briefly spent together before things take a wrong turn.
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#newt maze runner#thomas maze runner#minho maze runner#meredith grey#alex karev#cristina yang#grover underwood#percy jackson#annabeth chase#spencer reid#derek morgan#jennifer jareau#five hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#diego hargreeves#katniss everdeen#finnick odair#peeta mellark#leo fitz#jemma simmons#daisy johnson#ted lasso#jamie tartt#roy kent
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ynbabe Β· 7 months
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IVY TRIO X MALE! READER- INCORRECT QUOTES
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Newt: Can I be frank with you guys? Minho: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Thomas: Can I still be Thomas? Y/n: Shh, let Frank speak.
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Newt:Β Do you loveΒ Minho? Thomas:Β Yeah, I do. Newt: y/n! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks! y/n:Β We all loveΒ Minho.You should've asked if they were IN love with them. Thomas:Β I thought that was implied. y/n:Β ... Newt:Β ... Thomas, looking straight atΒ y/n:Β CongratsΒ newt, you just won 100 bucks.
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Newt, mother TM:Β *Screams* Y/n, Father TM:Β * Screams louder to assert dominance* Thomas, new to the glade:Β Should we do something?! Minho, observing his weekly soap opera: No, I want to see who wins this.
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Newt:Β Where'sΒ Thomas? Y/n:Β Don't worry, I'll find him. Y/n, shouting:Β MinhoΒ sucks! Thomas, distantly:Β MinhoΒ is the best person ever! Fuck you! Y/n:Β Found him.
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Newt, giving Thomas a tour of the glade:Β What do you want then? Thomas, looking at Minho sleeping in Y/n's lap:Β Er… something runner-related. Newt, trying not to laugh:Β What department is this? Thomas, blushing:Β Sorry? Newt:Β Well, if it's work-related you'd obviously know what department this is. What department is this? Thomas:Β * looks atΒ MinhoΒ andΒ Y/n* Some sort of homosexual department?
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Newt: Y/n, I'm sad. Y/n:Β *Holds out arms for a hug* It's going to be okay. Thomas: Minho, I'm sad. Minho, nodding: mood.
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Minho:Β What's it like being tall? Y/n:Β Is it nice? Thomas:Β Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Newt:Β We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.
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Newt:Β On the count of three, what's your favourite cake? One, two, three- NewtΒ andΒ Y/n, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks! Thomas:Β Our turn,Β Minho! One, two, three- vanilla! Minho, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.
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Newt:, concerned bfΒ You guys worried aboutΒ Y/n? Thomas, the child TM:Β Totally! Minho, mean-ass mfer who's secretly crying:Β Yeah, he called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "What do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?" Newt:Β And what'd you say? Minho:Β "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno." Thomas: Newt:Β He's lucky to have you as a friend.
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voidpetrova Β· 8 months
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minho enjoys being dommed i stand by that.
minho was a fucking whore. you’ve tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t true for months, but it didn’t work. you also had to admit you liked it. he was a whore just for you. a needy, whiny, desperate boy, one who was sexually deprived after spending his life inside those walls, one who let you do anything and everything to him; one who was all yours and only wanted you. if he wanted attention from you, he'd get it, one way or another.
he was a sensitive boy. such a big giver, too. loved eating you out, loved making you feel good. he had cum in his pants multiple times, just from eating you out. yes, he truly was sensitive. he needed you, and you knew it. prior to you, he had no sexual experience whatsoever, so when you had started dating and sleeping together, it was something he couldn't get enough of. he loved it when you took care of him, something he had longed for, for years.
the pants and mewls that left his mouth were absolutely sinful. he was close to losing his fucking mind. he promised he’d been good, whining a string of, β€œplease, please! hmnnβ€”i’ve been s’good, please. just let me β€” fuck! just let me cum, please. you’re being such a–” and you’ll interrupt his sentence every time. squeezing his dick with your slick, moist walls as more cries pass his lips. his hair was sweaty and sticky, heart racing as he whimpered, his cock flushed with heat as you bounced on it, your pace agonizingly slow.
his hands remained at his sides obediently, listening to your orders as per usual, though, his digits couldn’t help but tangle themselves in your hair sometimes, trailing down south to toy with your tits. you frowned, pulling yourself off his cock to tell him, β€œwhat did i tell you? keep your hands to yourself or i won’t fuck you.” he couldn't help it, he needed to touch you. he frowned, hands retreating as he relied on his eyes. he watched you, the way your fingers traced his abs and circled his nipples as you bounced on his cock, boobs practically in his face as you used him to get yourself off. he loved itβ€”loved when you used him.
he started losing his voice, weak moans clawing themselves out of his throat, not long before a whimper followed as you began bouncing faster. you kept taking it away from him. he was so closeβ€”he feels it, and you knew it. you kept switching paces, slowing down each time you felt he was close to cumming.
β€œplease,” his voice cracked, and you almost felt sorry for him. you leaned forward, pace quickening once more as your hungry pussy clenched around his cock, planting a kiss onto his lips. β€œp-please, i need'a cum so bad.” he leaned his head back, panting as he tried to regulate his breath, feeling as if he'd pass out at any given second from the overstimulation.
β€œyou've been a good boy, haven't you, minnie?” you purred, hot breath tickling his ear, tip of your tongue tracing his earlobe. he whined, eyes glued to the way your back arched, ass bouncing and slamming into his balls. he nodded, whining desperately, and boy did it make you wet. β€œi've been so good,” he panted breathlessly, his orgasm creeping up on him. β€œso good for you 'n only you.”
you didn't respondβ€”there was no need to. he knew, as soon as you began bouncing on his cock, keeping the same fast tempo, that you were gonna give him what he needed.
#tmr#the maze runner#death cure#scorch trials#minho maze runner#minho x reader#minho fanfiction#tmr minho#tmr fanfiction#tmr smut#minho smut#minho x reader smut
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pealeii Β· 9 months
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Maze Runner: The Death Cure + textposts
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Minho: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Thomas: Even better! Minho: What did you- Thomas: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Bumble Egg
#thominho#thomas#thomas and minho#minho#the maze runner#maze runner thomas#tmr#tmr thomas#tmr minho#incorrect quotes#minho maze runner#minho tmr#minho the maze runner#thomas tmr#thomas maze runner#thomas the maze runner#incorrect tmr#tmr incorrect quotes#incorrect tmr quotes#incorrect quote
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d4yl1ghts Β· 18 days
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welcome to the glade
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minho x shy, fem!reader
summary: you struggle with adapting to the glade especially with being the only girl but a shank with great hair helps you out
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Abruptly, your eyes flickered opened as you took in your surroundings. You were in a rusty metal elevator with some sort of animal in you assumed from the noises you could hear somewhere beside you. Your breathing picked up as you had no clue where you were or why you were here. Tears pricked your eyes. You closed your eyes as you tried to wash them away. You took some deep breaths as silent tears trickled down your cheeks.
Bang. The elevator or whatever it was had hit something.
The roof of the box opened and you hastily shut your eyes as sunlight reached them. Whilst your eyes slowly adjusted to the light, you noticed about fifty adolescent boys staring down at you. You backed up into a corner, wanting to hide from the unwanted attention. Thud. You slowly glanced up and saw an older boy watching you curiously.
He had sticky-up black hair that was perfectly styled. You didn’t know how it looked like that… surely they wouldn’t have hair products here. You gazed at his toned muscles and finally his well-structured face. He was so pretty. You fought to hide the blush creeping up your face.
He dropped down to his knees gracefully. β€œHey.”, he whispered cautiously to you. You simply stared at him. β€œYou need to get out of here. I promise it’s way nicer out there than in here. Well… except for the annoying teenage boys.”, he stated playfully. He held out his hand for you to take. You grabbed his hand as he hoisted you up and helped you out of the metal box.
Once you were out, you quickly looked around at the field and you couldn’t help but stare at the boundless walls that seemed to cover the whole community. You then realised all the boys were looking you up and down like a hungry predator and you kept your eyes to the ground. The boy in front of you glared at the others who were looking at you.
You’d come to a halt. An older looking guy walked up to you with a hint of confusion set in his eyes. β€œA girl?”, he asked to the boy beside you. β€œYeah, there wasn’t a note or anything.”, he responded. β€œHmm, okay.”, he replied. β€œI’m Alby and I’m the leader around here and that’s Minho.”, he paused as he pointed next to you. β€œHe’s the keeper of the runners.”, he added. You didn’t know what a β€˜runner’ was but you just nodded your head along anyway.
β€œMinho, you can go now, I’ll show her around.”, he dismissed Minho. The young man named Alby guided you around the β€˜Glade’ was what he had said it was called. You found out that for now you’d be sleeping in your own room away from all the boys. You were happy about that at least. He’d also mentioned that everyone here had a job today and tomorrow you’d be starting your trials to see which one you’d be the best at.
That was yesterday. You were currently gardening with a sweet boy named β€˜Newt’. You had been worried about starting the job but it turned out that your mind was making it seem worse than it was.
Before long, Minho walked towards you both and called you over for lunch. You sat next to Minho as he was probably the person you had talked to the most except for Alby. β€œHow was being a track-hoe?”, he asked. β€œIt was okay.”, you simply stated. He gazed at you. β€œDo you know what job you’re trialing tomorrow?”, he questioned softly. β€œMhm, I’m going to cook tomorrow.”, you answered. β€œCool.”, he said in response.
β€œWhat job do you have? A runner, was it? What’s that?”, you asked as you suddenly remembered. β€œI don’t think I’m meant to tell you this yet but what they don’t know can’t hurt.”, he paused. β€œHave you noticed the massive walls? Well, of course you have, who hasn’t?”, he chuckled lowly. You nodded. β€œThere’s a maze out there and it’s my job to run into it every day and try to find a way out of here.”, he stated with a proud look on his face.
β€œThere’s a maze?”, you repeated in shock. β€œMhm. My job is pretty dangerous but I’m quite strong and fast so I’m fine.”, he said cockily. Your cheeks blazed. β€œYou’re very quiet.”, he observed. This caused your cheeks to set on fire. β€œI know.”, you muttered. β€œI like it though. I need someone to talk to and just have them listen.”, he confessed honestly.
#minho#minho x reader#minho x you#minho imagines#minho maze runner#tmr minho#the maze runner#maze runner#maze runner x reader#the maze runner x reader#the maze runner x you#tmr#tmr x reader#tmr imagine#fem!reader
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il0veaphr0dite Β· 1 month
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MORE THAN FRIENDS
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A/N: feel free to request anything !!
Warnings: nothing but fluff !!
Word count: 1116
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You and Minho are considered best friends. You know it, Minho knows it, even the gladers know it.
Gladers would joke and say that you were two peas in a pod, Which is funny because everyone knew you two couldn't be more different from each other.
Minho, Being the Keeper of the Runners means he's the best runner out of everyone, Which makes his ego very high. Many gladers would say he's very sarcastic and mean at times.
On the other hand, you are a Medjack who's loved and adored by the gladers. Gladers describe you as kind and gentle.
It was a shock to everyone when you two started hanging out more often.
Now it's considered a normal thing because of how many times you guys are together.
Everyone in the glade says you're more than friends but you and Minho disagree.
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You were lying on a bed in the Medhut, Jeff and Clint on the bed next to you.
Things had been quiet, which was surprising because usually the Slicers were always getting hurt.
You got up from the bed and made your way to the kitchens.
Frypan was always complaining that no one ever helped him in the kitchens. And since you had nothing to do, you decided to go help him.
You walk up to the kitchens and spot frypan right away.
β€œHey!” you said sprinting towards him.
He turned around surprised to see you there.
β€œHey, what are you doing here?” he questions
β€œEverything has been quiet in the Medhut so I decided to come help you,” you spoke as you jumped up on the counter.
β€œHelp?” he asked β€œyou mean just sit there and talk?”
β€œI would never!” you said jokingly putting your hand on your chest in an offended manner.
β€œWell since you're here to help, could you cut these for me?” he said motioning to the pile of potatoes next to you.
You got off the counter, grabbed a knife, and began cutting potatoes.
You continued to cut the potatoes but accidentally cut your finger. You hissed, dropping the knife.
β€œYou okay?” Frypan asked as he stopped cutting tomatoes.
β€œYeah,” you say nodding, picking up your knife, and continuing to cut the potatoes.
As you begin to transfer the potatoes to a pot, you hear footsteps coming toward you.
You look up to see Minho jogging towards you.
You smile waving at him.
β€œWhat are you doing in the kitchen?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen.
β€œIt's been a quiet day in the Medhut, so I came here to help Frypan,” you said, turning around to face him.
He nods but his eyes seem to be looking at something behind you.
You turn around to see Ben, waving Minho over.
β€œWell, I have to go but be careful,” he said, leaving the kitchen and jogging to Ben.
You turn around, grabbing the pot and handing it to Frypan.
β€œSo, what was that about?” he asked, taking the pot from you and placing it on the stove.
β€œWhat are you talking about?” you asked, not sure what he was talking about.
β€œThe β€œBe careful”?” he asked as he began to cut onions.
β€œHe was just telling me to be careful, what's wrong with that?”
β€œWhy would he jog all the way over here to talk to you for 5 seconds?” he questioned.
You shrug your shoulders, not knowing the reason yourself.
β€œCome on. Everyone sees the way you two look at each other”
β€œI don't know what you're talking about,” you said, plainly confused.
β€œI mean did you ever consider that you may like him?”
You turn your head to look at him β€œWhat?”
β€œJust a thought.”
You begin to clean the counter β€œYeah, okay”
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That night, you lay on your hammock thinking about what Frypan had said.
Could you really like Minho?
I mean you guys were together all the time, and sure your heart beats a little faster whenever he's around. But that doesn't mean anything.
Right?
Then it strikes you. You really do like Minho.
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The next day, you find yourself ignoring Minho. You knew that it would be weird now that you finally acknowledged the fact that you liked him.
You were cleaning up the Medhug while Jeff was helping Winston.
β€œI'm gonna go find Clint,” Jeff spoke, walking out of the Medhut, leaving you alone.
You soon finished cleaning and turned around to find Minho leaning against the door frame.
β€œWhat are you doing here?” you asked surprised.
He holds up his finger, which has a paper cut.
You motion for him to sit on the bed. As he sits down, you go and grab a Band-Aid, unwrap it, and make your way back to him.
You grab his finger and wrap the Band-Aid around his finger.
After you're done you look at him, but he’s already looking at you. You quickly diverted your gaze away from him
β€œAll done,” you said as you turned to walk away when Minho grabbed your hand.
β€œWhy are you ignoring me?”
β€œWhat do you mean?” you said trying to act clueless.
β€œYou know what I mean. What's going on with you? Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
β€œNo, you didn't do anything,” you said, sitting down next to him.
β€œThen what's wrong?”
You sighed β€œ It’s nothing, just something Fry said.”
β€œWhat’d he say?”
β€œHe just said something about how we look at each other and..”
β€œAnd?” he asked, waiting for you to continue.
β€œAnd asked me if I had ever considered that I may like you,” you said hesitantly as you put your hand on the bed.
β€œWell..have you,?” he asked, your hands brushing against each other.
You turn your head away from him β€œMaybe..”
β€œWhat if I told you that I may have considered that I like you too?”
You turn your head towards him.
β€œSeriously?” you ask.
He nods β€œSeriously”
He puts a hand on your cheek as he leans in.
As your lips were about to touch yours, you heard a cough.
You both quickly distanced yourselves and turned around to see who the cough belonged to.
You saw Jeff and Clint who were giggling like girls and whispering β€œI told you so”
β€œWe’ll just leave” Clint said as Jeff nodded.
As soon as they both left, Minho grabbed your chin and kissed you.
You were shocked but soon melted into it.
You put your hands on his neck as his went around your waist.
You both pulled away to catch your breath.
β€œI should probably ask you out right now.”
You laughed β€œYeah, you should”
β€œWould you like to go out with me?”
β€œI would love to.”
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#minho tmr#minho x reader#maze runner#mazeposting#minho headcanons#minho maze runner#minho x you#the maze runner#minho#minho imagines#tmr minho
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sovksluv Β· 17 days
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Eurydice
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𖀐 . pairing - death cure!Minho x fem!reader
𖀐 . summary - someone dies basically so yeah
𖀐 . content includes - um major character death !
𖀐 . word count - 493
𖀐 . taglist - @sluttysammyy @delilahandfiction
𖀐 . a/n - sorry this is so short, but i also randomly got this idea (instead of working on all the asks i have 🧍🏻 ) (also thank you for all the asks i have <3 ) REPOST BECAUSE EURYDICE DID NOT DESERVE TO FLOP LIKE IT DID
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"no, no, no, no, no. hey-hey. you're okay. c'mon you're okay." he stuttered, inevitable tears leaving burning streaks down his face, though he ignored them. "hey, hey. baby you- you're okay. just-" he inhaled shakily, his breath getting caught in his throat. "look at me, baby. just look at me. you're okay."
he was beginning to believe that the repeating chants were more for him rather than you, the rational side of his brain rapidly failing, eyes constantly blurring and glossing over. Minho held your body close in his arms, his left arm gently cradling your head, which was shaking with his own nerves.
"Minho," you whispered out, barely audible with a sickly paleness to your face, small sticky streaks of blood seeping through the corner of your mouth. there were bullets firing, screaming, shouting, bombs going off, flames exploding from every corner, but the booming sound of his own heartbeat in his head overthrew all other noises.
Minho quivered, mouth dry, empty, despite his head running with thoughts moving thousands of miles a second, quickly flooding in one after the other. he allowed his eyes to droop down to your torso, the metallic crimson already engulfing most of your white undershirt, taunting him with its intensity.
it was unfair. your being had plagued his mind, being the only thing that kept him going. you kept him company in his dreams, distracting him from what they really were - nightmares. but nothing could distract him from this one. this very real nightmare. after six long months of torture, nothing had compared to this. finally being able to hold you in his arms again, only for it to be the last time.
from the moment you reunited, the two of you had yet to lose physical contact, swearing you would never let each other go again. that is why the moment Minho felt your hand abruptly pull from his, he knew it was time. he knew it was over. the ghost of your warmth lingered deep in his soul as the coldness drowned yours, your body succumbing to the inevitable darkness the moment the two of you were presented with the brightest of lights.
your path to forever freedom had been carved, ready for you, yet here you were, on an unexpected secret passage suddenly disrupting your long journey, where your story was coming to an end. the yells of anguish and silent sobs from your friends had no place in Minho's crazed mind, being too occupied yet utterly empty, despite everything he longed to say.
you were so close. one step away from the life you were destined to live together. but fate had been decided, your string had already been cut. and now the small threads of your yarn of life pooled on the ground as the blood seeped from your wound, the shattered body of your lover left to wash away the pieces and walk away without you by his side.
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ithinkitwasvodka Β· 11 months
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MIN HO? MORE LIKE MEAN HOE
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#skz people i have a question; is the minho guy also a mean hoe#xo kitty#to all the boys trilogy#to all the minhos i loved before#minho#the maze runner#minho maze runner#skz minho#lee know#mean hoes>>#thank you very much have a great day bye
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majesty31 Β· 1 month
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π’Žπ’‚π’”π’•π’†π’“π’π’Šπ’”π’•
𝒂/𝒏: π’‰π’†π’š π’ˆπ’–π’šπ’”, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰'π’Ž π’Œπ’Šπ’π’…π’‚ π’Šπ’ π’Žπ’š π’Žπ’‚π’›π’† 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‚π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒔𝒐 π’Žπ’–π’„π’‰ 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’Žπ’† 𝒕𝒐 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’†. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’Š 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 π’Šπ’…π’†π’‚π’” 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’‚π’›π’† 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Šπ’‡ π’‚π’π’š 𝒐𝒇 π’šπ’π’– 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 π’‚π’”π’Œ. π‘¬π’π’‹π’π’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔
π’”π’–π’Žπ’Žπ’‚π’“π’š: π’šπ’π’– 𝒓𝒖𝒏 π’Šπ’π’•π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’‚π’›π’† π’Šπ’π’”π’•π’†π’‚π’… 𝒐𝒇 π‘»π’‰π’π’Žπ’‚π’”. π‘Ύπ’Šπ’π’ π’šπ’π’– π’•π’˜π’ π’Žπ’‚π’Œπ’† π’Šπ’• 𝒐𝒖𝒕 π’‚π’π’Šπ’—π’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ π‘΄π’Šπ’π’‰π’ π’‡π’Šπ’π’… 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 π’šπ’π’–π’“ 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 π’‡π’†π’†π’π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’” 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’‰π’Šπ’Ž???
π’˜π’‚π’“π’π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’”/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, π’“π’†π’‚π’π’π’š π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’‚π’π’ˆπ’”π’•, π’Œπ’Šπ’”π’”π’Šπ’π’ˆ, π’”π’˜π’†π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ, π’Žπ’‚π’… π‘΄π’Šπ’π’‰π’, π’„π’“π’šπ’Šπ’π’ˆ, π’šπ’†π’π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ, π’ˆπ’“π’Šπ’†π’—π’†π’“π’”
π’˜π’π’“π’… 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: πŸ‘.πŸ“π’Œ
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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 seenβ€”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 optionβ€”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 mindβ€”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 matteredβ€”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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petrichor-idyllic Β· 11 months
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Can u do Minho x reader where reader is just gawking at minhos arms and he catches her 🀭 it can be a gender neutral reader with spice ☝🏽
Alright, alright, I know, I have been very MIA, very sorry, life is a lot atm.
But this request is an easy one, so I'm tryna get through the easy ones. (Totally not cause I'm procrastinating a massive request and have fallen back into my OBX phase or anything shhh)
BEST FEATURE
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MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
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SUMMARY: See above. GN! Reader x Minho. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, you're a simp, sorry, spice.
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You like to pretend that you're a level headed and controlled person. That things such as desire or general human nature don't faze you and you're focused on work and helping around the Glade.
And, for the most part - that is completely believable.
Mainly because Minho is always out in the Maze. Thank God.
Because every time you guys are in the same room, you can't take your eyes off of him. His shoulders, his back, his weirdly perfect hair, that stupid blue shirt that just clings to him in the best way- and his arms.
(Something you and a specific future Greenie and ex-WCKD member would have in common.)
His arms.
His fucking arms, man.
You just can't help yourself. He walks back into the Glade every day, sweaty and dishevelled, his blue shirt sleeves rolled up as he casually glances at you as he walks past. Sometimes, you swear he walks past you on purpose .
Newt suspects you purposely hang around the Map Room so he has to.
It's been months, and you just can't seem to force yourself to get over it. You've tried, but Minho is the hottest guy in the Glade.
You're fucked, basically.
That is no different when it comes to Bonfire night. A new Greenie pops up, every gets hammered, Gally gets in a fight, Alby looks like he's gonna have a stroke.
But it's all in good fun.
Minho doesn't normally join in the festivities. He's a very stressed individual. Sometimes, you think about attempting to convince him to join in so he can let off some steam, but you don't.
I mean, most of your thoughts are about him letting off some steam. If you get what I mean.
But, this specific night, somehow, Newt, the absolute Lord and saviour he is, has managed to convince Minho to play a game of beer pong.
Well, not beer pong, but "Gally's suspicious special brew pong" is a bit of a mouthful.
You sit at the sides with a couple of boys, watching Minho laugh along as he throws a ball (a screwed up piece of tinfoil) into a cup across the table. Cheers break out in his success, but you just stare.
Minho's arms flex under his shirt, the curve of his upper arm visible through his shirt, his forearm tenses as he goes to throw the ball agsin you swear you can see the blood pumping veins from here.
"You're drooling, mate." You're snapped back to reality as you look at Newt, who passes you a drink.
"Huh?" You catch on. "What? No - I'm not." You attempt to lie, but the heat rising through your face is a bit of a hint.
"Yeah - you are. As always."
"What? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means." You look away in respond, groaning as you rub your face with your hands.
"Shut up."
Newt snorts at this, rubbing your back with a mocking "There, there."
You want to punch him.
"Yo, (Y/N)!" You look up, heat rising in your face as Minho shouts you. "Ben just bailed on us, you wanna take his place?"
You open your mouth to speak, but your words catch in your throat, causing Newt to cringe in second hand embarrassment.
"Jesus Christ," he mumbles. "Yeah! They'd love to join." He nudges you. "Right?"
You clearly your throat. "Uh, yeah? Yeah."
Minho chuckles at this. "Come on, then."
You look at Newt again, as he nods his head to go join. Awkwardly, you stand up, walking over to join Minho's team.
"You know how to play?" He asks you.
"Uh, yeah- yeah, I know how to play." You attempt to sound confident.
"Cool - I should shuckin' hope so, you've been watching like a hawk." Oh God, he noticed. He noticed you staring. Hopefully, you can play it off as just being interested in the game.
"Y-yeah. Looked like you guys were having fun."
Please don't notice. Please don't notice. Please don't notice.
Please.
Minho's eyes flicker down you, almost like he's examining you, but also like he's drinking in your appearance, a slight smirk playing on his lips before he looks you in the eyes again. "Uh, huh."
Oh, God.
You immediately look away as another Glader passes you the ball for your turn. You miss, instantly as your body feels flushed, and then the game continues.
This goes on for quite some time.
You would think that any normal person would look away, now. I mean, Minho has noticed and Newt is undoubtedly going to bully you for it later. But, you are not that person, and you just can't help yourself.
Up close and personal, Minho looks like a God carved him out of stone. And when it's his turn, your eyes fall on his arms.
Because of course they do.
The way he rolls his sleeves up further, his muscles tensing, his veins flexing as you follow them down his forearms and down the back of his strong hands. You're seeing stars and your brain feels fuzzy.
"You good?" Minho's voice snaps you back to reality once again. Your eyes flicker to his face, his eyes narrowing as a smirk creeps across his face.
"Yep."
"You were staring."
"No, I wasn't." You say a bit too quickly, making his smirk turn into a grin.
"You sure about that? Positive you were just, checking me out?"
You blink at him, your face rising in heat.
"Yo," Clint snorts, having been also playing the game. "You were perving on Minho?" He drapes an arm over your shoulder, clearly drunk, but the implication making you more flustered.
"What? N-no. No. I wasn't."
"Mhm - I'm sure he doesn't mind." Clint snorts.
"Yeah, I don't mind." Minho agrees, grinning.
"I wasn't!" You attempt to defend yourself. "Ugh, shuck this." You grow irritated, shoving Clint's arm off. "I've had enough of this game."
You say, starting to walk away.
"What?" Minho's smile drops as he shouts after you. "We were just messing around! (Y/N)!" He huffs, dropping his head, watching you walk away. "Shuck's sake." He mumbles under his breath.
Newt, who has been watching the whole thing, stands from his seat and walks over. "Go on."
"What?" Minho asks.
"Go after them. I'll take your spot."
"Dude- why would I-?"
"Shut up, shank - you know you're just as bad."
Minho freezes at this, blinking at Newt.
Well, he's not wrong.
Minho has been listing after you for about just as long as you have him. And Newt has more social awareness skills than the both of you combined.
Minho huffs, but he turns on his heels, following after you, jogging to catch up as you make your way to the Deadheads.
"Yo! Hey! Wait up!" He says, slowing to a walk.
"Why? So, you can bully me again because you thought I was checking you out?" You snarl, mainly out of pure embarrassment.
"...But you were checking me out."
"No-"
"Yes."
"Fine! Whatever!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "I was checking you out! Big shuckin' deal! I can't help it, okay?"
Minho blinks, not expecting the sudden out burst. "Okay."
"Okay? Cool, okay? It's not my fault that you're hot, okay? A-and it's not fair that you look that good! All the time! Like, how is that fair? And how the fuck is your hair always flawless? You run for miles everyday - and somehow, you look like you've escaped Vogue! And your arms... how am I meant to even pretend to cope, you prick?"
Minho blankly stands there. "You done?"
You blink at him. "Yeah, I think so."
Minho slowly nods, stepping towards you as you both stand near the edge of the Deadheads, the drama of the Bonfire a now distant memory as he stands in front of you. He's so close and tall and generally intimidating in a way you shouldn't find attractive.
"So, you like my arms, then?" Minho acts, clearly enjoying the not needed ego boost. All you can do is blankly look at him.
What the hell is happening here?
"Do you?" You nod in response, slowly and unsure. "Okay, you can touch them, if you want?"
Your brain has melted and burnt. "...What?"
Minho huffs, simply grabbing your hand and putting it on his arm. You eyelids flutter, swapping between his face and his arm. "Don't be scared." He murmers.
Slowly, you drag your fingers down the fabric of his sun faded blue button up over his bicep, feeling the muscle and the curves of his left arm, tracing delicate shapes over the material. You move further down, passing the threshold where the fabric stops and the bare skin of his forearm starts.
To your surprise, Minho's breath hitches slightly at the contact. This is the first time you've ever touched him, and even he didn't expect the feeling to send chills down his spine and goosebumps dance on his skin. Your palm contacts with his forearm, rubbing down to his hand, feeling the visible veins as he creeps closer to you.
Your eyes go from his arm to his face, flickering to his lips as he stands directly in front of you. He becomes bold, raising his arm, your hand still loosely around his wrist as he touches your cheek. Slowly, he closes the gap.
Your chest feels like it's about to explode as his lips comnect with yours. He breaks the kiss, trying to figure out your reaction, but when you kiss him again, he takes the hint.
He's slightly taken aback from the passion and the heat, humming against your lips unintentionally as he kisses back. You're letting out the months of tension you've been feeling, your hands coming around his shoulders, feeling the muscles and caressing the tops of his arms as he backs you into a tree.
You gasp, your back hitting the back as he pushes his body against, his hands grasping at your sides. It seems that the kiss gave him all the answers he needed. His hands move down before slipping under your shirt and brushing at your bare skin - almost like he's becoming desperate for direct contact.
Pushing yourself forward, you can already feel Minho through his trousers, the kiss already getting him worked up.
For a second, you genuinely consider just letting him take you then and there when Newt clears his throat.
You both snap in the direction of the blond boy. Minho's chest rises and falls as you look away, using Minho's shoulder to hide yourself from your friend.
"As much as I hate to interrupt - but let's be real, this has been a long time coming, the others want you back at the game because apparently I have klunky aim." Newt shoves his hands in his pockets, casually rocking on his heels.
"Are you serious, right now?" Minho asks as you pant into his shoulder, clearly able to maintain his composure better than you.
"Yeah." Newt responds. "And I don't think Alby will be happy if he finds his favourite Runner fooling around in public."
Minho looks at him, before dropping his head. "Alright, give me a second."
"What? Need a moment to calm down?" Newt teases.
"Shut your shank mouth."
Even you can't help but chuckle at this as Minho starts to grin before sighing and stepping back. "I'll uh, I'll catch you later, maybe?"
A half-smile creeps across your face and you nod, your heart banging against your ribcage. "Yeah - yeah, sounds good."
"Good that." He slowly steps back, smiling at you as he walks over to Newt.
"You good?" Newt snickers at his friend. "Sure you can walk straight so lightheaded? I mean, lack of blood to the brain is a bad thing. Especially when-"
"Shut the shuck up, Newt."
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Ahhhh I'm back. Kinda.
Don't bet on it.
But anyway, I've actually written something for the first time in weeks.
Hope y'all enjoy :))
#🌿 petri writes#🌿 petri writes tmr#πŸƒ petri tmr#🌿 petri tmr minho#tmr fanfiction#tmr imagines#tmr minho#minho the maze runner#minho tmr#minho maze runner#the maze runner#minho tmr x reader
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scorchedmazes Β· 6 months
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constantly thinking about them.
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#the maze runner#the death cure#thomas maze runner#minho maze runner#thominho#thomas x minho#my boys are so precious#ari talks
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leafydinosaur Β· 6 months
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thomas is the only person who would conduct an entire train heist operation but accidentally steal the wrong train car and then risk everything to fix his mistake but in the process he almost dies and loses his best friend and destroys an entire city in less than two months.
#the death cure#thomas maze runner#newt maze runner#minho maze runner#the maze runner#the scorch trials#james dashner#frypan#tmr gally#tmr#wckd#wicked
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maritheduck Β· 2 months
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YALL DONT GET IT.
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Newt died for the better. He died thinking Teresa was better than him for Thomas. He died thinking Minho was a better friend for Thomas.
He died thinking he wasnt anything to the person that meant everything to him.
He died because he wanted to be better.
#newtmas#newt maze runner#thomas maze runner#maze runner#teresa maze runner#newt is dead#love is dead#minho maze runner
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