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OKAY IF YOU LIKE MAZE RUNNER PLS REBLOG THIS POST I JUST WANNA KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW FANS

REBLOG THISSSS

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actually kills me every time i start losing my mind over a ship only to find out they have no fans and i can’t binge read incredible fan fictions or metas on them for days on end.

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"annyeonghaseyo scoups imnida"

JUST FELL DOWN TO MY KNEES THE HOTTEST MAN EVER

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9 Years of SEVENTEEN 💎 2015 — #세븐틴과_함께한청춘_벌써_9주년 #SVT_Shinin9_Diamonds

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Since y’all liked my niche fic meme so much here’s another one

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Huh, I didn't see that coming.

- Me writing a story written and outlined by me.

writers

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Once again procrastinating by making memes instead of writing lol

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maze runner thoughts pt..1??

i think this might have to be a compilation because i found deep in my notes my thoughts!! (this contains spoilers if you havent read fever code and/or watched death cure so read with cation!)

The chancellor before Ava Paige, his name is Anderson, and he wasn't immune which I realized a lot of people working at WCKD(yes i refer to wicked as wckd because its easier to type) are not immunies; they actually use immunies more than work with them, anyways, I don't have much recollection of why Ava Paige did this, but she did, she spread the flare to certain people, like Chancellor Anderson. He ended up dying.

When I was reading Fever Code(prior i had finished watching death cure) I realized the parallel, to the movie, Death Cure, the assistant(idk if Paige was an assistant) killing the Chancellor, because they wanted a stop in the trials. In Death Cure, Janson aka Ratman... was shocked that Ava Paige wanted to stop the trials, and by the end of the movie he shot her... I just thought that was interesting that that's shown in the movies too.

If anyone else has weird thoughts lmk!!

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for @shuacoustic

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walk in; closed doors

guess who finally got their ao3 working.. me!! heres a work ive been dying to publish for the past couple days!

Meeting Minho on Thomas's first night shift almost felt like destiny... but turns out it was all planned?

or...

Minho has been single for a bit too long, Newt's annoyed, and Thomas is single.

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go read it!! id post it here... but yall have already read the preview<3 enjoy!

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My favourite trope has to be:

I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.

But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.

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i know.. thominho week is over but it isnt for me.. yet because ao3 and i are not having a good relationship right now so heres an preview of my thominho week | bookshop au

wc: 1.3K

no warnings ! just cute thominho and... theres alby

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Thomas groaned, three minutes before closing, no one's in the store, and it's starting to get eerily creepy. He huffed, and decided he'll clean up. The break room is a mess, and no one took responsibility to clean it either. Thomas spends time reorganizing miscellaneous items, that somehow got into the room, and placing them in places they seemed to blend into. With a turn of his wrist, he notices that it's time to close up.

As he happily takes off his badge and throws it into his tote bag, which gets hate from Newt, he gathers his stuff. On his way out, he shuts off the lights, and makes sure nothing seems weird.

A content sigh escaped his lips and he locked the front door. His job here was done. Honestly, he doesn't even know why he does a night shift anyway, he'd want to be lying in bed right now rather than getting ready to go lie in bed.

Right as he turned to walk towards the back door, someone was pounding on the front door, causing Thomas to jump. He mentally swore at himself for jumping, but he walked to go look. Which he knew was a bad idea, but... he checked anyways.

He notices it was a Asian dude, who was pressing his palms against the glass doors. Thomas cringed at the thought of his finger prints on the door. He sighed, disregarding that thought, and flicked on a light that was near.

"Hey!!" He yells through the glass, "Are you still open??"

"I guess we are." Thomas unlocks the lock he just locked. The Asian walked through the door and held unnecessarily long eye contact with Thomas.

"Nice, I'll be quick." The guy winked, and Thomas could have swore his heart skipped a beat. It wasn't like he... was hot or anything, not like he wasn't, but Thomas was just flustered. That's all.

He went straight to the realistic fiction section. Taking a brief minute to look the shelves up and down. The guy came back within four minutes, and set down two books. Thomas took them, and scanned them as fast as he could.

"Total is... 13.67, do you want a bag?" Thomas pushes the books forward, the guy makes a face that's like, "pssh! would I ever ask for a bag?"

Thomas sighs, "I'll take that as a no."

"Read my mind, kid." He takes the books, and says one last thing, "I'll see ya later!"

"Huh...?" Thomas says aloud watching this guy who stormed in, just walk out.

What the hell?

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He really meant it. The Asian guy is gliding his fingers along the spines of books. Thomas turned immediately on his heels, trying to avoid him, but he was too slow.

"Oh! It's you." He heard his voice from behind him and Thomas turns in defeat.

"Yeah, hey, you didn't back down on your word." Thomas half-heartedly smiled, inching closer because he was about six feet away from him.

"Who do you think I am? Of course I wouldn't back down on my word." He rolls his eyes, causing the both of them to smile.

"Right, my bad, you know, I never caught your name." Thomas spills out, why is he asking for his name right now? Does he want to be close? I mean, he is good looking, and he's funny, he just made him laugh, so...

"It's Minho."

"Minho?" Thomas asks, the name rolling off his tongue, it was perfect.

"Yeah, and you?" Minho's smile curls into a smirk after hearing Thomas say his name, it was weird, but Thomas didn't mind, he looked... so good right now. A black shirt that showed his figure well and a loose fitting pants. His hair was tousled up and swooped a bit to the side, and his skin a honey gold.

"Thomas." He simply replies.

"Of course you got a dorky name, fits you perfectly." Minho laughs, and suddenly claps the back of Thomas's shoulder. He awkwardly laughs too, because what does that mean? Does Thomas look dorky to Minho? Maybe comparing to Minho, then yeah.

"What does that mean?" Thomas grins, he's teasing... but not really, what does it mean..?

"You work at a book store... you and your name kinda fit perfectly." Minho blatantly says and he shrugs, "Oh and I bet you have glasses, not in... a bad way I just see you wearing glasses."

"Is this supposed to be rude?" Thomas laughs, "But, yeah I wear glasses, how'd you know? I'm wearing contacts right now."

"I just know." Minho shrugs again, it's weird, because Thomas has never seen Minho around the city, or in this book store.

"Do you come around here often?" Thomas asks genuinely, but Minho sputters into a laughter, "What?" Thomas can't help but laugh too.

"That's such a stereotypical question, sorry, it caught me off guard." Minho swipes away a tear, and regains his calm nature again.

"So?" Thomas did want to know.

"Yeah, I live around here but, never seen you though."

"You're lying." Thomas scoffed, and crossed his arms.

"Says who?" Minho raised a brow, a smiling growing on his face.

"I literally have been working here... for like ever." Which was a lie, he was second newest.

"Well I'm sorry I don't check out every worker every time I come here." Minho rolled his eyes, sassing Thomas back.

"Thomas! Get over here!" It was Alby, and of course Minho knew him. They shared a brief glance and a smile.

"Damn, looks like we got caught, maybe next time we can go somewhere else excluded from everyone." Minho says once Thomas looks back at him. Thomas felt his face heat, what?

"Oh, really?" Thomas looks at Minho, who's face softens.

"Yeah, if you want, just ask Alby, he'll give you my number, I'll catch you later Tom." Minho grinned and walked past him, going straight to the door like he had no real intention being here. Well, at least he was, Thomas hadn't had a fluid conversation like that in a hot while. It's weird how him and Minho get along so easily.

What was he here for even? He doesn't look like the type of read either. Like the type to lie that he read twenty-five books for his read-a-thon, in a day.

Thomas had to snap back into reality once Minho had left, his presence everlasting on him.

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"Hey... Alby, you know Minho right?" Thomas sneakily approached Alby when he was on break.

"...Why?" Alby didn't look up, he was busy eating and scrolling on his phone.

"Can I get his number?"

"Did he say that? Normally he doesn't give just anyone his phone number." Alby set down his fork and phone, looking up at Thomas.

"Yeah, he specifically said for you to give it to me." Thomas could feel something was off, but maybe he's just paranoid.

"Sure, give me your phone, I'll type it in." Alby obliged and Thomas mentally cheered, handing him his phone. Alby took a hot minute to type in his number, and when Thomas got his phone back, he exited out of his contacts.

"Did... you do anything weird?" Thomas knew it, he knew something was going on.

"Uh... I think he wants to hang out later." Alby looked away, and went back to his food.

"What? I haven't even texted him." Thomas huffed, "Alby, what'd you do?"

"Nothing! Just wait till he texts you tonight." Alby muttered, and scooted his chair away.

"What if he thinks I'm weird! He already thinks I'm a dork."

Alby turned just a little bit, so Thomas would appear in his peripheral vision. He stared at him like that for a couple of seconds before sighing, "He won't Thomas, I swear."

"On your mom?"

"...Don't bring my mother into this."

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to be continued!!!... not really until my father unblocks ao3.. i hoped you enjoyed!!

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