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mazegays · 7 months

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could've followed my fears all the way down

Chapter 14

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 15

Frypan’s made some bread, fruit, and egg dishes that seem like they should be for breakfast, but it looks and smells good, so Thomas isn’t going to complain.

He knocks before he opens the door. It takes him a minute to actually look at the two of them, because he’s setting everything up, but when he does he sees they’ve got the beds pushed together.

It wasn’t like that this morning.

Or any other morning.

Minho’s asleep, or at least he looks it— Thomas knows that he tends to stay awake for a long time after nightmares.

Gally is more alert, taking his food with a nod. Thomas’s usual chair is off to one side, and he taps Minho lightly to wake him up before retreating to it. Minho tries to get a few bites down, but eventually just pushes the tray away and goes back to sleep.

They don’t talk over lunch like usual. Thomas wants to ask what the nightmare was about, but he doesn’t think Minho will respond well to that.

“What are you doing later?” Gally finally breaks the silence.

“Probably going back to the greenhouse. I’d go see if Frypan needed anything, but I’m not supposed to be standing a lot today.”

“Why not stay here?” Gally lowers his voice and nods to Minho. “I can’t help much, with my leg like this. He didn’t want you to worry more. And don’t say that it’s stupid, you do the same thing all the time.”

“I have to take the trays back first. Are you sure it’s okay?”

Gally shrugs one shoulder. “Well, Anya never said we couldn’t.”

“She also never said we could.” In fact, she’s been actively keeping Thomas away when they’re asleep.

“When has that ever stopped you, Thomas? Worry about the trays later, Frypan won’t need them for a while and you know it.”

“Minho doesn’t like to be trapped in.” He whispers. Neither does he, really, but he was fine last time.

Yeah, they’ve done this before, but not… here. Not in the medical cabin where Anya or Harriet or anyone, really, could come in at any time.

“So crawl over him?” Gally’s impatient. “Thomas, if you’re worried about hurting us more, don’t be. My broken leg is on the other side of where you’ll be and I don’t think you could squeeze Minho tightly enough to do anything to his ribs.”

“It’s bad today,” Thomas murmurs, studying Minho’s face. In sleep, he can’t hide what he tries to do when he’s awake. “He wanted to run so badly. He’s scared of the forest, or at least wary of it. I didn’t think it’d end up hurting him more.”

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Watching Thomas puzzle out what’s going on with Minho is fascinating. They’ve only known each other for a relatively short time— less than most people here have known each other— and Thomas can read him like an open book. He clearly doesn’t know he’s doing it, but as he’s focused on Minho, Thomas’s fingers are twitching, almost like a half-formed sign language.

“Thomas,” Gally whispers when it’s been a minute. “It’s not your fault. Minho pushes himself too hard, always has. He likes to be certain of things, even his fears. You’re not going to hurt him.”

“What if I do, though? What if I hurt you both?” It’s said so quietly he knows he wasn’t supposed to hear it.

“You haven’t been sleeping well yourself, I can tell. If Anya wants to kick you out, I’ll fight her.”

“I don’t think you’d beat her without a broken leg, Gally.” Thomas teases, but he’s carefully crawling into the middle of the bed.

He leans his head on Gally’s good thigh for lack of a third pillow, one hand stretched out behind his back to grab Minho’s arm.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to see, huh?” Gally doesn’t bother trying to lay down himself— it’s too painful to move from sitting straight up to laying down by himself, and he doesn’t want Thomas to move.

“No, I know. She’ll stand there with that look on her face and you’ll give in immediately.” It surprises a loud laugh out of him, making Thomas jump.

“I think you’ve got that right, actually.”

“I know I’ve got that right.”

“Go to sleep, Thomas.” He feels awkward doing it, but he runs his hand up and down Thomas’s back lightly, trying to soothe out some of the tension.

He’s watched Thomas seize and this is what he feels weird about.

It takes Thomas longer than Minho, but he settles into a not-entirely-peaceful sleep after a while.

Knowing they’ll be there if one of them has a nightmare makes Gally feel content enough to doze off himself.

(He’ll only learn how much of a mistake that was days later.)

To his surprise, Thomas isn’t woken up by Anya or Harriet kicking him out, but by Minho flailing in his sleep.

He hasn’t had one of the lightning dreams in a while, at least that Thomas knows of.

Minho manages to catch him on the cheek, hard, and he takes a blow or two to his stomach before he’s able to catch his arms and calm him down.

“Minho, the storm is over. Do you hear thunder or rain? It’s the middle of the day, Minho, and we’re not in the Scorch. We’re in Paradise, and you’re in the medical cabin. Gally’s right on my other side, see?” Minho’s still tense, but it’s better than it was.

“Oh, shit, Thomas, I got you good.” Minho pulls one of his hands free and runs his thumb over Thomas’s cheek and jawline. “Well, you’ll match, right?”

Thomas doesn’t mention the other spots; Minho will already feel guilty enough about this.

“What was that one?” Gally asks. “I don’t think you’ve done that before, Minho.”

“The lightning storm,” Thomas answers with Minho.

“I flail every time I get it. Not so much with other nightmares.” Minho admits, looking like he’d rather not be there.

Thomas knows this stuff because he and Minho know each other’s nightmares nearly inside out; neither of them has had many of the louder, more physical nightmares around Gally, it seems.

This is one of the dreams that Minho would usually run off, but that’s not a good idea right now and he knows it.

“I’m surprised no one’s come to check on you.” Thomas says. “Isn’t Anya normally here every hour?”

“Not so much now that we’re both cleared for concussions.” Gally answers. “I’d think someone would have come looking for you.” He shrugs. Sonya likes working with him, but she doesn’t really care when he shows up, because the greenhouse work is pretty easy and not time-sensitive right now.

“You should go before they wonder, Thomas.” Minho props himself up. “Just come back for dinner, shank.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” He laughs a little.

If they’d been in the Glade longer, if he’d been there longer, what could have happened?

Would they be like Sonya and Harriet, seemingly unbreakable and happy?

Would Thomas even be wondering about what dating Gally would be like?

Probably not.

Thomas has been in there for far too long. He went to bring them lunch, like he does every day, and this time he stayed.

He always looks upset when he leaves. Are they making him stay?

She can’t watch the whole time, because she still has work to do, but the door opening catches her attention.

He’s got a new bruise on his face, not fully formed yet.

She knew it.

She can’t be the only one who sees it, either. She’d talk to Harriet, but Harriet’s been buddy-buddy with Minho since they got here. Sonya’s close with Thomas, but she probably won’t want to believe it.

She has to get Thomas alone and talk to him separately. It’s the only way to stop this.

His afternoon looks like it’s going to be about the same as the morning until Rosa grabs him again.

“Rosa, what’s up?” She’s a friend, sure, but normally she doesn’t act this way. They’re not the kind of friends that talk outside of a group.

“Thomas, don’t go see Minho and Gally again.” What?

“Why not?”

“This is the second time I’ve seen you with a bruise on your face after being with them! And you’ve got bruises on your arms, too.”

Right. She’d seen those the other day.

“Rosa, it’s not what it looks like.”

“That’s what everyone says.” She scoffs. “I got my memories back, I’m one of the few who did. That’s what I told my friends before my boyfriend kidnapped me and turned me over to WCKD when I was sixteen. They’re hurting you, Thomas, you don’t have to keep going back to them.”

“No, it’s really not what you think. This one is because I tripped while running. The ones on my arms, and the scratches, same thing.”

“And the second one?” Her eyes are hard. She’s not going to let this go.

“Minho was having a nightmare. It was an accident, Rosa. He’s never hurt me on purpose and he’s not going to.”

“I said that too. I don’t know what they tell you, Thomas, but this isn’t good for you. You don’t have to stay with them.”

“Rosa— ”

“Don’t tell me you love them. If they’re hurting you, they don’t love you.”

“They’re not hurting me.”

“Then why are you always so upset when you leave the cabin? Or after your runs? I see you laughing Sonya and Frypan, having fun, but you get near that cabin and you get sad.”

How long has she been watching him? How *closely* has she been watching him?

“Yes, because Gally and Minho are hurt and in pain. I don’t like seeing my friends hurt.”

“They’re not your friends, Thomas.”

She’s wrong, they are his friends. Even if he and Gally weren’t on good terms before, they’re moved past it.

“I know you and Gally hated each other, before, and I don’t know why but that’s not a reason for him to hurt you, Thomas.”

“He’s not hurting me. Neither is Minho.” She’s got him backed against a literal and metaphorical wall. Nothing he says is going to change her mind, and he can’t get away from her.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

“I’m not scared. I’m fine, Rosa. Please let me go and do my work.”

“Not until you admit it!”

“Admit what? There’s nothing wrong. Minho and Gally aren’t abusing me.”

“Roll up your sleeves then. We all know WCKD took smart kids. You’re always wearing long sleeves, I’ve never seen you take your shirt off.”

Yeah, because he has *other* things he wants to hide, not because Gally and Minho have been hitting him.

Even this time last year, if someone had suggested Gally was hitting him, Thomas would have laughed.

They hadn’t liked each other, but that’s a far cry from beating the other up.

“No. I don’t have to prove anything to you. Minho and Gally *aren’t* hurting me, and you’re going to let me go.”

Has she said anything to anyone else? Not Sonya or Harriet; they would have told him. Maybe Anya? He’d like to think Anya knows them better than that.

She has been trying to keep Thomas away from the medical cabin, but that was because she didn’t want him there all day.

Right?

“Hey, Rosa! You found Thomas for me! Let’s go, we’ve got strawberries to pick.”

Thank you, Sonya. Rosa won’t say anything in front of here, and he’ll be able to leave.

“Thomas will have time to talk to you later. He’s got to work now.”

“And I’m bringing Minho and Gally dinner later.” Thomas winces internally when Rosa’s eyes narrow.

That was the wrong thing to say.

“Okay, Thomas, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Rosa.”

“I didn’t think you two were close.”

“We’re not. She was just wondering about something.” Rosa won’t be able to see them in the greenhouse.

“You looked pretty cornered.”

“It was an intense conversation, she hardly let me get a word in.” He should tell her.

He wants to see what Rosa does next, though. If she tries to corner him again or if she tells someone else.

Telling anyone else will probably get her laughed at. There’s hardly anyone who will believe her. Rosa has to know that.

Maybe that’s why she’s so insistent. That’s why she’s been watching him so closely.

He’s just going to have to be more careful from now on. <- 13 15 ->

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fool-of-a-took1 · 1 year

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So I work at a bookstore and didn’t really think about what I was doing when writing down the prize of a book on my arm. Now I want to cry

#newt maze runner #newt has the flare #the maze runner #thomas maze runner #the death cure #maze runner the death cure #teresa agnes #aris jones #gay #page 250 #gally tmr #tmr #gally maze runner #minho maze runner #tmr tdc

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just--a--random--human--being · 13 days

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Ladies, gentlemen, enby's, aliens, whatever you identify as

I have been into a few ships recently:

Gally x Minho (Minally)

Gally x Teresa (Gallesa)

Gally x Brenda (Brenally)

Minho x Brenda (Brinho)

Minho x Teresa (Minresa)

Teresa x Brenda (Brenderesa)

So now I present:

Gally x Brenda x Minho x Teresa

Edit:

Lets add Ben bc Benally/Gallen (Ben x Gally) and Benho (Ben x Minho) are awesome ships too

✨Gally x Brenda x Minho x Teresa x Ben✨

(i know Ben never met Teresa and Brenda but im delulu)

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bellzsad · 7 months

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“please, tommy, please.”

#love u guys!!#☺️😘😜#tmr #the maze runner #maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #tmr tdc #tmr neet #tmr thomas #tmr tommy #newtmas #dylmas #tmr minho #tmr gally #tmr brenda #tmr jorge #tmr teresa

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simplywylan · 9 months

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buzzfeed unsolved but instead of ryan and shane its minho and gally

#the maze runner #the scorch trials #teh death cure #tmr #tst #tdc #gally #minho #minho 100% would be ryan #he'd be terrified of ghosts and demons #gally would taunt the absolute fuck out of them #minho has definitely cried at least once during an investigation

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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Hellooo how about a Minho x she/her reader where Minho has been hit by the lightning and hs the scars and one day Reader walks on Minho being half naked and she traces his scars and theres tension building up ;) THANK YOU

I love lightning scars Minho so absolutely.

This is a relatively new request, but I'm trying to get some of the easier ones done since I'm currently away.

And I just liked this idea.

SPARKS

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. After TDC in the Safe Haven. You're a Right Arm member because I just like the idea.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice, typical dumb horny teenage bullshit. That's it, really.

You're a member of the Right Arm.

You're not high-ranking or necessarily special. You just ended up tagging along after Vince came through the refugee camp you were staying at.

But that doesn't mean you don't do anything. You're bold and forward, and you went through life-risking measures to help WICKED's Subjects escape.

Because, well, everyone did.

That doesn't matter now, though. They're safe, you're safe - everyone is safe and everything is okay.

Well, kind of.

Trauma doesn't just vanish. But, people are getting on with their lives.

And so are you.

You've ended up befriending some of the Gladers. Originally, you were friends with Harriet and Sonya since they'd been around a while - and they introduced you to the boys. So, you've got your own little friendship group now.

You're particularly close to Frypan and have some friendly competition with Gally. But you like them all the same.

Well...

Almost.

You don't know what it is about Minho that has you in such a chokehold. Sure, maybe if you were some innocent girl from a Maze who didn't know how to act around boys, it would make sense. But you're not.

You've survived the Scorch and the land outside of the remainder of society. It's not like Minho is the first person you've ever been attracted to either. So, why does he make you feel like this?

Apart from the fact he is undeniably attractive.

You figure it's just dumb surface level physical attraction. And with nothing else better to do, you decide to test the waters a bit.

Glancing at him across the table as the bonfire dances and his friends chat, often meeting each other's gaze. He holds it longer than he should. He always does.

Always standing or sitting next to him; your arms or your knees brushing as neither of you make any effort to grow the distance between you.

Playful inside jokes that often have subtle suggestive undertones. Normally, in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it style that the other Gladers brush off or don't notice. This results in Minho smirking into his chosen beverage, drinking up your figure out of the corner of his eye.

It goes on like this for a while; just being in the same friend group with some subtle flirtations going on. It's actually kind of fun and a much needed way to relax.

But it doesn't actually go much further than that. And you're fine with that.

For a while.

The jokes start becoming more explicit. The eye contact becoming less subtle. The closeness becoming drunken dancing instead of just standing together.

People are starting to notice.

The dumb attraction is starting to become actual feelings. He's brave and strong and funny and everything you want - and it's just making the sexual tension thicker.

God - it's getting bad. Anyone and everyone in a room with you two would be able to feel it.

The Gladers often tease Minho about it, talking about how he's one wrong move away from ripping your clothes off and cracking where he stands.

It's taking a lot of resilience from the both of you. Especially since you're both stubborn - it's become a silent game of who will crumble first.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" You're currently sorting out bedding and hauling different types of sleeping arrangements around camp. With Gally being put in charge of the Builders now, the huts are being thrown up like there's no tomorrow.

The Gladers and other Maze Subjects got the first available buildings, along with high up Right Arm members. You don't really mind, to be fair, you enjoy the hammocks and are happy to help the Gladers.

But as Thomas shouts you, you groan, turning around, blankets threatening to spill out of your hold. "Hey, Thomas. You good?"

"Yeah," something seems off about him as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt, "I know you're already busy, but could you check on Minho for me?"

"Huh?" You tilt your head, concern immediately setting in. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"Uh," Thomas did not think this far ahead of his dumb plan. "Well, we just haven't seen him all day - seems kinda down. Figured you'd be the best person to speak to him."

This perplexes you. "Why me? You guys are closer."

And you could've sworn you'd seen Gally and Minho shoving each other about earlier today. Though, maybe you're just mixing up your days.

"Yeah, but he likes you, so..." You pause, farrowing your brows. He likes you? In what context? Like you know that he likes you. But... like, more than just the dumb flirting?

You shake it off. "Alright, gimme a second."

You dump the bedding off where it needs to be and make a beeline for Minho's hut.

Little do you know that Minho has just gotten out of the shower - and is completely fine. Thomas and Frypan decided they'd had enough of enduring the tension between you and this is the result that.

Reaching the door, it's slightly ajar, and in your concerned state, you, for some reason, decide not to knock.

"Hey, Minho, are you-?" You push open the door and immediately freeze.

Well, shit.

Minho stands with his back to you, loose sweatpants hanging off of his hips and he's without a shirt. He rubs his hair with a towel, freezing at your voice and turning slightly to look at you.

Which would be less awkward if you weren't in some kind of trance.

Minho is tall and muscular, and he doesn't have to be half naked for you to be aware of that. But, that's not what's stands out.

All over his upper body, mainly populating his back, are pinkish lines. They travel down his spine and split like webs across his back, some whisps creeping across his sides and grazing his front.

"You just gonna stare or ask me about it?" Minho says after a good few seconds pass.

What do you even ask?

"Uh, what... why..?" You trail off and Minho raises his eyebrow before scoffing.

"I got hit by lightning." He states matter-of-factly. "Ended up giving me some scars."

"When did that happen?"

"Out in the Scorch, just before we met Brenda and Jorge."

"And you never mentioned this?"

"Well, it didn't seem like a big deal," he smirks. "And I'm kinda enjoying the look on your face."

This kind of snaps you back into reality. You're here for a reason.

You clear you throat, closing the door behind you for more privacy just in case the ex-Runner is on the verge of a meltdown. "Are you... alright?"

"Uh, yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Minho is growing more concerned by the second. What is happening here?

"Well, Thomas said that something was wrong and asked me to talk to you."

Minho scoffs, putting the dots together and slowly nodding his head before rubbing his face with his hands. "Did he, now? Shuckin' slinthead. I knew they were up to something."

"Huh?"

"They're messing with you - us, even."

"Huh? Why would- oh! Oh."

Ah. That makes more sense. And is mildly mortifying.

"Yeah." Minho shakes his head, turning away from you again as he mumbles to himself. "Sorry, my friends are dicks."

"It's uh, fine. It's fine."

Your gaze falls back on Minho's chiselled form. He's practically mouth-watering.

And it's not like this is weird. You've been pushing each other's boundaries since day one. This could be another opportunity to see how far you can take things. I mean, he would if this were the other way around. So, with a sudden peak in confidence, you walk over.

Minho chucks his towel on his bed. "So, are you-?"

Minho doesn't even get the chance to finish his question as electricity sparks through him. Again. This time, not because he's nearly dying, but because your fingers graze his back.

His entire body stills, his mind immediately becoming foggy, and the hair on his arms stands on end.

"Do they still hurt?" You ask, your gaze focused on his skin and your voice low.

You're gentle in your moments, letting your fingertips barely tickle his flesh. But with the immediate and tense reaction, you're reminded that Minho is about as touch-straved as someone can get.

He's just good at hiding it.

"Uh, no, not really. They kinda feel weird sometimes, and I was really buggin' out about them when I first noticed them. But I guess I had bigger klunk on my plate." He tries to maintain his composure, but his voice wavers at several points.

You bring your hand higher, dancing across his spine and between his shoulder blades.

"Why were you buggin' out?" You've grown somewhat used to the Glader way of speaking.

He hesitates for a second, physically jumping when your other hand joins in, using your thumb to rub circles and pull at the scars threating to escape to his middrift.

"Well, I uh- shit," he mumbles the cuss word, stepping back more and into your touch, letting his head fall back. "I just... they just look weird, yanno?"

"I think they look hot."

Okay, you're becoming very bold.

"Hm? You think I look hot?" He asks, half-looking over his shoulder at you, not wanting to fully turn around and lose the feeling.

"That's not what I said."

"That's what I'm askin'."

You blink at him, watching his lopsided smile creep across his face.

In a game of confidence - Minho will always win.

Which means trying to play it cool.

"I just think scars are interesting, they tell a story."

"Do you go around touching everyone's scars, then?" He cracks a wicked grin you can't see as he turns his head away again. "That might get you in a bit of trouble around here."

"Yeah, but not with you." It actually is genuinely fun tracing the patterns in his skin. You have one hand following one path and the other following a different one.

"Oh, yeah? How do you know that?"

"Because you like it."

He peers at you again, his face suddenly serious and his tone lower than before. "You're really starting to push it, yanno that?"

"Push what?" You tilt your head, pretending to play innocent.

"You know what."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"So, you're just feeling me up because you think my scars are hot?" He scoffs. "That's what's happening here?"

You think for a second. Fuck it. "Yep."

"Well, there's more scars if you wanna touch them?"

Your eyes flicker to his face, letting your arms fall from his skin. He turns around, holding his hands behind his back, he rocks on his heels.

From his back, travelling to his front are smaller webs of the scarring. At first glance, you thought they only reached around his sides, but now you're realising there's thinner, less noticeable branches trailing across his abs.

He presses his lips into a thin line, almost like he's calling your bluff. Because this is the game you've been playing. Pushing each other. And you've pushed him so he's pushing you.

Though, this very well might end up being the breaking point.

Too stubborn to back down, your hand connects with his stomach area. He flinches, but very quickly relaxes again. You gently run your fingers across the lines and the curves of not only the remains of the electricity, but of just his body.

Your eyes flicker to his face as you expect him to make some cocky comment about how that's not a scar. But he doesn't. His eyes are fixated on your hand.

It's a feeling he's never really experienced before - watching someone enjoy him. Someone touch him with such care. With such want. Someone touching him like this at all is new.

And it's you.

You're the one touching him.

You.

And that's making it so much worse.

He doesn't make any effort to hide or stop the tightening sensation in his pants or the way his chest is rising and falling. His mind is falling into complete fog; he feels like he's taken something he probably shouldn't have.

You notice it, too.

"Minho-?"

"Shut up," he says almost immediately, eyes finally meeting yours. His pupils are wide and his eyelids heavy. "This... this isn't fair. You can't..."

He seems a strange mix of stressed and turned on.

"Okay, I'll stop," you pull your hand away, but he immediately grabs it, laying it flat against his middrift. "Minho?"

"Don't," he mumbles. "Don't stop." He can't look at you properly.

God, what's happening to him?

"Look," he continues, trying to gain some sort of clarity for a second. "If you're just messing around, that's fine, but leave now, okay? 'Cause this is getting cruel."

His words and the way he's acting is sending heat straight to your core. You step towards him, your faces inches apart.

"Are you caving, Minho?" Your voice is sultry as your hand slides further down his front.

"Are you?" He responds, leaning in further, your noses brush and you can feel his breath on your face.

"We can't keep doing this, yanno? One of us has to break eventually." You mumble, practically into his lips.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

"Shuck it," his hands come to your waist, yanking you closer as he finally kisses you. You squeak from the force behind it as you throw you arms around his neck, clawing into his back to try and steady yourself.

It takes a matter of seconds for Minho to spin you around, pushing you onto the bed, both of you tangling together. Desperation sets in fairly quickly.

Minho's hands under your shirt as you try to pull it over your head. His lips on your neck and chest as he slips a hand under you, trying to yank your jeans down. You leave stains on his skin from your nails.

It's a blur of emotion and hormones.

Then Minho hesitates as he sits back. At first, you think he's just admiring you as you lay in your underwear, but there's something else.

"You good?" You ask, becoming concerned.

"You know we're not gonna be friends anymore if we do this, right? Like the flirting and klunk is fun, but this is different. We can't take this back. A-and I've never done this before. I don't wanna shuck up our friendship or make things weird."

You blink at him before sitting up. He watches you as you move onto your knees and kiss him again.

"I don't wanna be your damn friend, Minho. Take the hint."

It's like there's a light behind his eyes, a smile creeping across his face, but unlike his usual cocky smirk, it's soft and warm and genuine.

He pecks your lips. It's sweet and unusual for him. "You wanna be more than friends, then?"

"Yeah," you chuckle, "but I'm sure we can worry about that later. We're a bit busy right now." You wrap your arms around his neck again, lightly touching the scars on his back. He grins at you, connecting your lips again as he pushes you down.

He pulls away, his teeth brushing your ear lobe as he lets out a low chuckle.

"Sounds like a good plan."

Here ya go, another spicey Minho piece for y'all.

I hope you enjoyed :))

#🌿 petri tmr minho #🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri writes tmr #🍃 petri tmr #tmr fanfiction #tmr imagines #minho the maze runner #tmr minho #minho maze runner #minho tmr #minho tmr x reader #the maze runner

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 7 months

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Hi how are you? I just finished the maze runner and I am in love with newt but sadly he died…I’m traumatized lmao and heart broken so I really wanna request newt x reader I have a plot in my mind like in the end you’re the only one with newt Thomas has gone with Minho and you have no choice but to cut your wrist to give him your blood you don’t know if it’s going to work or not and you passed out because of blood lost, And you kinda wake up at the end thinking newt has gone so you went to the nearby heal to cry alone then like someone puts a jacket on you, you turn around and he’s there (giving the night we met song vibe) like the first day you came up to the glade and you were scared and newt put his jacket over you like that

I’m not good at explaining but I hope you understand

I love your work and I have read all of your newt x reader works

thank you and have a great day!

HELLO this was requested months ago I'm so so sorry it took such a long time. I was so excited to write this idea when I read it in my inbox, thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy :)

The night we met

Established Newt x gender neutral!reader

Set during tdc + flashback to tmr (movieverse)

Warnings: blood and injury, extremely fake medical procedures, language

The Gladers' laughter echoes into the sky, and you stand outside the circle of raucous celebration.

Despite the hot night air, you shiver at the sound of metallic screeches beyond the walls of the Maze; the walls of this trap.

You stand there, shaking slightly, until you feel something warm and soft being placed around your shoulders, and you turn and see him.

"You 'right there, Greenie?"

You remember Newt placing a gentle hand on your shoulder that night; your first night in the Glade, and offering quiet comforting words.

You remember the glow of firelight casting his hair into a halo, and that was the moment he became your guiding light, your beacon of warmth.

His hands are cold now, his eyes staring unseeingly into darkness.

“Y/n.” Minho’s voice is broken, choked in a way you’ve never heard before. “We have to- we’ve gotta follow Thomas.”

No. “I won’t leave him,” you say.

“Y/n…”

“I won’t,” you repeat. “We- we have to bring his body back. I can’t leave him like this.”

“We can’t just drag him there,” says Gally, gently, in his best attempt to be comforting.

“You guys go on,” you say. “Come back for us later.”

Minho exchanges a look with Frypan.

“Please,” you whisper.

Brenda reaches out a hand to squeeze your shoulder as she goes, and the four of them reluctantly leave you there, following Thomas' path towards WCKD.

Gone. The reality comes crashing down as you sit with Newt, alone, and something in you snaps.

The tears pour steadily faster, and you scrub then away roughly. “I’m sorry,” you whisper thickly. “I’m so sorry.”

“Damn it. You can't leave me like this,” you tell him. You card your fingers through his hair. “I love you. I love you, and I need you. I can't live without you, Newt.”

“Newton.” Newt wrinkles his nose as you reach up and ruffle his hair, and you laugh at his scrunched up face.

“What? Newt’s gotta come from some other name." You hum slightly, face tilted with an exaggerated thinking expression. "Newtie?”

“Slim it, shuckface.” He grabs your hand out of the air and keeps it tightly clutched in his so you can’t mess with his hair. You grin at the tiny smile on his face, and wiggle your fingers in his grip.

You reach for the knife in his chest, gripping it against your palm and pulling it out, before draping your gloves over the wound to cover it.

You wipe the blackened blood on your pants, swallowing bile as you gaze at the smear.

Blood. Blood. What if…

Teresa said Thomas’ blood was the cure, but what if yours works too?

You gaze at the knife in your hands.

“You’d say I’m stupid for doing what I’m about to do,” you tell Newt. “But I think I’d do anything right about now, if it could bring you back.”

You cut into your wrist, bright red blood springing out immediately.

Shuck, where do I-

You expose the chest wound again and pour your blood into it. Please, please work.

More, you need more. You cut your other wrist open and Newt’s too. Get it into his veins.

Your vision starts to blur at the edges, as you pour your blood into Newt, trying to pour life back into him.

You feel yourself fading, and you fumble to bandage your wrists quickly before letting yourself fall into darkness, slumping against the boy you love. Please come back to me.

⭒----⭒

You wake up slowly, fighting to cut through the haze in your mind.

As you sit up, your eyes fall on Newt, still lying beside you, unmoving.

He's gone. Stupid. Stupid to think you could've brought him back.

Suddenly you can't look at his face anymore. You lurch to your feet and stumble away, walking out of this shadowed place, out of the building, away from the streets.

You end up sitting on some hill nearby, alone in the grass hugging your knees, the wind blowing through your hair and drying the tears as they flow down your face.

You don't know how long you sit there, before you feel something being placed on your shoulders, the action achingly familiar.

You don't turn at first, not wanting to hope, until you hear a soft "Alright there, Greenie?"

You whip around, and there he is. Kneeling in the grass beside you, a smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

A sob escapes your throat as you dive towards him, throwing your arms around his body, feeling it warm, solid, alive.

The force of your body colliding with Newt's knocks him into the ground, flat on his back against the grass, but he just laughs and pulls you closer, his arms tight around you as you feel him press his face into your hair.

"Newt-"

"I'm here, I'm sorry,"

You shake your head, pulling back to look at his face.

It's gone, you realise, running your thumb across his cheek. The black veins that were streaked across him just hours ago have faded.

"You're okay," you murmur, more for yourself than him.

Newt smiles. "Yeah, I'm okay." He leans up, closer to you, and captures your mouth in a kiss. He tastes of black bitterness and salt, but you chase his lips anyway, until you're both out of breath.

You break apart as you hear static in your walkie-talkie. "...Y/n, you there?"

You grab the device to reply, one hand still clasped in Newt's. "Yeah, I'm here."

"Where?" asks Minho. "We're back where you were earlier; Jorge and Vince found us at WCKD, we've got a Berg nearby, but Thomas got shot so we have to get going."

"I'm just on a hill nearby," you tell him. "I'll come to you, stay there."

You turn to Newt. "You ready?"

He nods. "Yeah, let's go."

⭒----⭒

You walk in together, and you see the moment everyone's faces change, snapping to shock.

Minho's eyes jump to yours, like he's asking for confirmation, and you nod, a smile forming on your face.

Newt gives a little wave, almost nervously, and then Minho moves, dropping the gun in his hands and charging towards Newt, grabbing him into a hug.

Brenda's next, punching Newt in the arm before embracing him tightly, then Gally, and then Frypan, who doesn't let go until Minho butts in with a "alright guys, we should probably get going, Tommy's bleeding out, and we've got a safe haven to get to."

Newt holds your hand in his, tossing his free arm over Minho's shoulder. "Yeah, let's get going. Let's go home."

Thank you to @jinjinchouxcream for the brilliance behind this fic idea <3

#the maze runner #newt x reader #newt x you #tmr newt x reader #tmr newt #my writing

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