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mazegays · 2 years

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fever dream high

Thomas knows his hands are shaking. His whole body is, really--he’s exhausted, hurting, and each step feels heavier than the last. But he can’t stop now. “Thomas.” Minho--no, Minho’s unconscious, bleeding--the only thing keeping him alive is makeshift bandages and Thomas’s hand, covered in rapidly-cooling blood. He never wants to feel the texture of drying blood on his hands again.

Minho watches him. He thinks it might be getting a little creepy, but honestly, this is the first time he’s had a chance to really look at Thomas. (And, no, he doesn’t have a crush, Newt. Thomas is his soulmate, he’s pretty sure, but their marks haven’t appeared yet. He’s not sure Thomas even realizes it.) He’s heard the story a hundred times from Sonya--how Thomas had carried him back, how he’d refused care until Minho was stable. (Which was just stupid of him. It’s not like Minho was on the verge of death.) Thomas hasn’t woken up since they convinced him to lay down. “He was awake for at least a week, Minho. He’ll be out for a while yet.” Miyoko pauses. “He still thinks we can find a way out.” She seems to think Thomas’s determination is out of place. “He’s right,” Minho says. “They put us here to find a way out, and then put us back. What else could they want?” “All their test subjects relatively safe in one spot? For the world at large not to know what they’re doing?” “We’re just a bunch of orphaned kids, Miyoko, what makes you think they would care?” “Well, maybe they have kids that WICKED would take. Stop watching him all the time. What do you think he’ll do when he wakes up?” “Probably ask if I’m okay.” He’s always done that. If Newt hadn’t noticed his ear bleeding after the lightning storm, he never would have said anything about not being able to hear out of one ear. Minho finds the little scar, left by WICKED when they’d fixed it after he’d been shot. He knows Thomas hates it. “I think I’d like to be alone now.” He tells Miyoko. “He can’t even do anything, Minho. He might not…” “He’ll wake up.”

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its-tea-time-darling · 2 years

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things to do while filling the final 2020 thominho week prompts: drink sparkling water out of a wine glass. Just starting to write but will update as I work (but if I disappear, then I've probably been pulled into a writing hole. Only time will tell if that's good or bad. If I'm gone for like. 72 hours come yell at me bc at that point I have lost myself in writing and require assistance)

urs,

nix 💜

ahhhh i'm looking forward so much to writing more on my pieces this weekend - possibly also tonight!!! asdjfaklsjfdkljas excitement

(apropos the wine glass move: i often pour coke into a wine glass and drink from it when i cook, feeling like a wine-mom)

also yes duly noted will come find you if missing for more than 72 hrs

#i do have one (1) thing planned this weekend and that is going to a drag show #apart from that i'm free #to write #aks #tea answers #nix #thominho #maze runner #the maze runner #tmr #thominho week

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nix-writes · 2 years

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just remember those wicked words your mother used to say

Once he starts running, Thomas settles in the pattern of the Glade pretty well. He rises just before the sun, grabs breakfast and packs his lunch, meets Minho at the Doors when everyone else is just waking up.

They don’t talk much, while running. Nothing more than Minho pointing out tough spots--tight corners, stones jutting from the walls--and Thomas asking a question here or there.

Lunch is different. Minho answers Thomas’s questions, and jokes, and Thomas thinks he might be flirting, sometimes.

It grows familiar all too quickly. It gets comfortable.

Like they’re normal teens, running after school, worried because they don’t know how to take this flirting farther, into something more, without ruining everything.

Thomas thinks he should have known it wouldn’t last.

He’s just stopped sleeping in the Deadheads when he notices it.

His hands are… different, sometimes.

At first, he plays it off.

It’s just his veins, and he’s tired, so of course, they look weird.

He hasn’t eaten all day, it could be a mild hallucination.

Chuck is pulling a prank on him and will be bragging about it any second now, that’s why this is happening. (Thomas ignores the fact that Chuck is halfway across the Glade.)

It’s a lot harder when it happens in the middle of the day, in full sun.

His hands are glowing.

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thominho-week-2024 · 3 years

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Closes 11/7/2020 at 11:59 EST

#thominho week #thominho week 2020

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thominho-incorrectquotes · 3 years

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Touch-starved

This is my entry for Thominho Week 2020, Day 5 with the alternative prompt “Hands”

Characters: Thomas x Minho

1227 words

Tags: Canon compliant, part post-canon, FLUFF

Summary:

“Wow, your hands are so cold” he had commented while covering the brunet’s hands with his own, warming them up. Thomas was too shock and busy trying not to blush to do or say anything. Besides, what could he have done? The tan skin on his just felt so good.

You can also read it on AO3 and ff.net

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It had started one day, in the maze. They were eating their lunch and Minho had just handed him an apple. Their fingers had grazed and immediately, the Asian man had took Thomas's hands.

"Wow, your hands are so cold" he had commented while covering the brunet's hands with his own, warming them up. Thomas was too shock and busy trying not to blush to do or say anything. Besides, what could he have done? The tan skin on his just felt so good.

"Is it better?" Minho had asked, like it was the most normal thing in the world to just warm up their best friend's hands.

"Y-yeah… thanks…"

"Come on, we have to get going."

They had packed up their things and started running again with Thomas trying to hide his red cheeks.

***

The second time it happened, it was because of Thomas who was about to take a wrong turn. Minho had grabbed his hand, pulling him in the right direction. But instead of dropping his hand after being right on track, the older boy just kept holding it. They had run like this, hands in hands, until they had reached the Glade. It had been so natural; the two of them, running in sync, as if they have been doing this their whole lives.

They had received some weird stares by the others once they had arrived, but Thomas had been too busy trying to calm down his racing heart. He could still feel the Keeper's touch on him and he had found himself disappointed when they separated. He wanted more and he didn't understand why.

***

Minho started holding his hand more and more. Sometimes while running, other times when they were eating in the Glade – which earned them some looks from the Gladers, but nobody said a thing – and even once or twice when they slept next to each other.

Thomas, however, was still having butterflies every time they touched. It was really weird.

They were eating in the maze, once again, when the Keeper went and put his arms around the brunet's shoulders. He continued eating like this while Thomas was – again – blushing hard. He was starting to enjoy it way too much. Yeah, Minho was his closest friend, along with Teresa, but he never felt that way for the girl.

He wanted to be close to Minho. Physically close. And only to Minho.

He was so confused.

***

It became even more important. Minho's hands were becoming so important for Thomas. They were always there for him.

Pulling him to his feet during the storm in the Scorch, making sure he kept running, making sure he was safe. Saving him from the cranks. Pulling him to the Keeper's chest when he got back to the Scorch after WICKED treated the gun shot. Holding him down when WICKED was controlling him.

Minho's hands were always there. They were comforting, reassuring and most of all, they made him feel secure. In Minho's hands, in Minho's arms, Thomas knew he was safe.

But… could he tell the older boy how he felt?

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In the Safe Haven, the habit kept going. When eating, when on a walk on the beach, sometime on a run the two runners loved doing together, and especially during the night… they were always holding hands. And honestly? Thomas loved it. He loved the contrast of the tan skin against his. He loved the warmth they provided him. He loved how they made him feel safe. He loved them.

Thomas heard other immunes commenting on it, saying things like "They make such a cute couple" or "They really love each other, don't they?"

Was it that? Were they in love?

While they were resting on the beach, like they often did after a long day, Thomas asked Minho.

"Are you serious right now?" Minho replied.

"What?"

"Thomas, I literally told you back in Denver!" the Asian said, sounding a little annoyed. "Yes, I love you!"

"B-but… I thought…"

"You thought what? That I didn't mean it? You really are a dumb shank."

Thomas was speechless. So many emotions were going through his body that he couldn't process them all.

"But now the questions is…" Minho said, now sounding nervous. "Do you feel the same?"

"I-I…"

Yeah? Was he in love with Minho?

He stared at him, trying to find the answer. The dark eyes were looking at him in hope, the beautiful bronze skin shined in the rays of the sunset and the pink lips looked so inviting. Had Minho always been this attractive?

The Keeper was the most important person in his live. He always has been. Of course, he cared about Frypan, Brenda, Jorge and even Gally now. And he cared about those he lost. But Minho? He was special.

His eyes trailed back to the Asian's mouth and a weird thought came to his mind.

He wanted to kiss Minho. Right now.

So he did.

Like their hands, their lips fitted perfectly together. Thomas grabbed the other boy's shirt as butterflies were threatening to burst out of him. Emotions he never felt when Teresa had kissed him were invading his body. It was overwhelming.

Minho took few seconds to recover from his surprise, but quickly responded to the kiss, cupping the boy's face in his hands to bring him even closer. At the warm touch on him, Thomas couldn't help but moaned. In any normal circumstances, he probably would have felt embarrassed, but right now, it didn't matter, it just felt too good.

Minho deepened the kiss and one of his hands went to run into the brown soft hair. Thomas immediately melted. Minho's hands were on him… Minho's hands were on him…

But it wasn't just his hands, Thomas realized. It was never really just about the hands. It was Minho as a whole. It was Minho who was always there, who made him feel secure, who helped him when he needed it, who made him feel… loved.

He was in love with his best friend. He was in love with Minho.

And right now, it was just the best feeling in the world. Nothing else mattered. It was only Minho. Just Minho. He couldn't think of anything else.

"I guess I have my answer" the Asian said after breaking the kiss. His breath was still uneven and he was looking at Thomas with so much tenderness. "Yeah" he replied shyly. "I love you too."

"I'm glad." Minho had the biggest smile ever on his face, showing of his dimples. Again, when did he become so attractive?

"So.. are we…"

"I guess.."

"Nice…"

Thomas smiled. He had a boyfriend now. He never thought it would have happened one day. And on top of it? His boyfriend was Minho.

"Cuddle with me?" he asked. He could never get enough of Minho's touches.

"Yeah, anything for my touch-starved shuck-face" the Keeper responded with a smirk. They laid down in the sand, Thomas curled up to his friend… boyfriend he corrected himself.

They stayed like this for a while, in silence, just enjoying this… connection that they had. The brunet took one of the older boy's hand and his and intertwined their fingers together.

"You know… you have beautiful hands" he said, absently.

"You sure you're okay Tommy?" Minho laughed.

"Yeah, I'm alright."

In your arms, I'll always be alright.

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Hope you liked this one!

#Thominho Week 2020 #tmwd5 #hands #alt #fluff #canon compliant #tmr #tmr thomas #tmr minho #minho tmr #thomas #the maze runner #maze runner thomas #thominho #minho #maze runner minho #thomas and minho #thominho fanfiction #thominho fanfic

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izcana · 3 years

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Chills Down Your Spine

Thominho Week (Day 1): “Night”

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All of Thomas' favourite 5 memories took place in the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ #1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thomas had his head resting on the picnic blanket, and they were watching the stars.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Minho's low voice said, and Thomas shivered. "I used to do it when I was a kid."

"Yeah," Thomas agreed, smiling as he curled up unconsciously to the warmth Minho radiated. The stars were truly beautiful. "I agree."

The two laid on the blanket for a bit, their legs tangling with each other. It was normal for them to cuddle like this, per see, especially during the autumn. Thomas was especially sensitive to cold, hence why he had brought a thick quilt and worn three jumpers whereas Minho was only wearing a thin parka, and he still managed to radiate heat like a furnace. How he managed this Thomas had no idea, but he did.

Minho wrapped an arm around Thomas' lean frame, and it felt like coming home. Being great friends, they were very familiar with each other's habits, and Minho knew that Thomas would get cold. Thomas snuggled into the muscular arm of his best friend, and he knew he shouldn't be admiring how those biceps flexed under his neck. He shouldn't be mesmerised at how the dim light and smudged charcoal-like shadows dance on the surface of Minho's bronze skin.

The person admiring that should have been Minho's significant other. As much as Thomas wanted to be that person, he would never be. He would forever be Minho's loyal best friend, watching Minho date many other people, people a hundred times better than him. More beautiful. Smarter, sassier, more to Minho's taste. Thomas would never get to be that person.

The most Thomas would get is a place at Minho's side during the wedding, as his best man if he was lucky, but Minho would've probably moved on by then. Maybe he would've found another best friend, one cooler, funnier, more interesting than him. Would he ever receive an invitation to the wedding?

No, he told himself. Minho may not like you that way, but he would never give up the friendship. Never.

After all, no one knew Thomas better than Minho, and vice versa.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ #2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Happy birthday, Tom!" Teresa squealed, handing the aforementioned boy the present that was wrapped with a bright red bow.

Thomas took the present with a bright smile. His neon birthday-boy hat bounced on his head as he pounced on Teresa and engulfed her in a hug. "Thank you, thank you!" He squealed. If it was Minho, he would've been happy to receive Thomas as a birthday present, wrapped in a bow and everything. Minho might've been jealous of Teresa if he didn't know better; from an outsider's perspective, it did appear that Teresa was Thomas' girlfriend.

Minho remembered on the first day of high school when he thought the same thing.

"Hey, Greenie, " he said, grinning at the Greenie who peered up at his shoes shyly. Ooh, a pretty one, Minho thought.

"Hi," the kid who looked younger than him said, sending him a small smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Ya know," Minho added, because he was an annoying person, okay? "You usually say your name first, and then say 'nice to meet you'." Newt would've smacked him if he'd heard Minho "treat the Greenies like that", again. Honestly, Minho didn't see it as a big deal, but when you're a Greenie...well, he supposed it might be a bit scary to be faced off with Minho's sarcasm on your first day of school. The last Greenie, a 9th grader, "klunked in his trousers", as Newt described it.

Not this Greenie, though. He seemed to get Minho's sense of humour. "I'm Thomas," he said, his plush lips curving into a bemused smile. "Nice to meet you. Happy?"

"Very," Minho grinned. "I'm Minho."

"You forgot to say 'nice to meet you'," Thomas giggled. Minho hadn't gotten enough of that giggle, ever since.

"Nice to meet you, happy?" Minho mimicked with a squeaky voice.

"I gue –––" Before he could continue the word, he was interrupted by a pretty girl with black hair and blue eyes.

"Gosh, Tom!" She complained. "This is nothing like how Brenda said 'normal' high school was going to go!"

"Don't remind me, Tess," Thomas grinned. Minho had expected him to start snogging the girl right there. "This is my sister, Teresa," he continued. Or...not

Minho only stood there dumbly as he processed the information. Thomas...sister...Teresa? He was going to introduce himself wittily, but what came out instead was a sigh of: "You have the same nose."

Thomas laughed, throwing his neck back. Minho feasted hungrily upon the pale flesh that was dotted with moles that were scattered bizarrely on his neck.

Minho had paid attention in astronomy class ever since that day.

"How did you know I broke the last mug?" Thomas asked, tearing the paper frantically.

It was actually Minho who told Teresa about the broken mug. Thomas had looked so heartbroken about it, Minho had to get him a new mug. But, since he already had the perfect present planned, he couldn't be the one to wrap it in paper and tie a delicate bow around it in Thomas' favourite colour, grass green.

Thomas' heart broke over the silliest things, but that was why Minho loved him.

"Shooting star!" Thomas squealed. "Make a wish!"

I wish I can have Thomas forever, Minho thought, and when Thomas asked with his adorable puppy eyes, he replied: "If I told you, it wouldn't come true."

~~~~~~~~~~~~ #3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Minho?" Thomas said, blinking owlishly. "Can I sleep with you?" The innocent way he said those words almost made Minho choke. "It's cold tonight."

Oh. Oh. Leave Minho to make a big deal out of nothing. "I thought you were going to ask to get laid."

Thomas snickered. "Why would I ask? I could totally get laid!" He could, but Minho didn't tell him that.

"Sure, shank," Minho said instead. "Totally."

Thomas, not waiting for Minho's response, positioned himself in the middle of Minho's bed. The little slinthead..."Some room for me?" Minho said sarcastically, raising a bushy brow at the scene on the bed. "It's my bed?"

"It's mine now," Thomas declared, making a snow angel motion with his arms. His head was in a cute but genuine bird's nest on top of his head, and his cheeks had a bright flush that Minho wanted to kiss. "I've set the flag first."

Great. He would be cuddling with Thomas tonight, then.

Minho lifted Thomas and threw him unceremoniously onto the other side of the bed. "Move over, you shank."

Thomas groaned, already looking fast asleep. Minho squeezed onto the left side of his queen-sized bed and turned them both over to face the window. The window was on, and from there, the moonlight illuminated Thomas' bright, pale skin that was dotted with beauty marks, like pepper scattered onto a white sheet of paper.

"Thanks, Min," Thomas slurred from the depths of sleep, turning to face the window as well. This new position conveniently let Minho spoon Thomas, and for Thomas to wiggle himself into the curve between Minho's thighs and stomach, but neither were complaining about that. "Good night."

"Night, shank," Minho returned, and let himself fall asleep to the smell of Thomas' strawberry shampoo.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ #4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Seriously, Minho?" Thomas groaned. "You didn't ask Sonya out? What is wrong with you?" For over a year, Thomas had been trying to set Minho up with people he would like, and ones that deserved his amazing friend. Namely, someone who wasn't him. Completely different from him. "Why must you make my job so complicated? I'm trying, you know?"

"Maybe it's because there's already someone I want to date, Thomas," Minho growled exasperatedly, pacing in circles around their bench.

"Then why don't you?" Thomas murmured. Why wouldn't Minho date someone he wanted to?

"Because that person seems to be under the impression that I want to date other people," Minho said, looking straight at Thomas. It was like he was staring into Thomas' soul and telling him to "get lost, I've got somebody better and you'll never be that 'somebody'."

Thomas sniffled slightly, but kept it to himself. His best friend deserved the best, and though Thomas didn't think that person deserved Minho (since let's face it, Minho is amazing and no one deserves him), he could stand by his side. "I could try to help you convince them?"

Minho plopped down onto the sofa and laid his head back. "Why must you do this to yourself, Thomas?"

Thomas cocked a brow. He was radiating confusion by then. If Minho didn't want him to help, what did he want? "Do what?"

"Demeaning yourself," Minho sighed. "Making yourself less."

"I'm not!" Thomas retorted. He wasn't, right? Nobody was good enough for Minho.

"You're the person I want to date, Thomas!" Minho yelled, making Thomas jump into the air. "You're the one who keeps setting me up with other people! I just want to date you!" He rolled his eyes at the amber eyed boy who was frozen ridged, his hands clasped on his lap.

"You...want to date...me?" Thomas inquired, blinking slowly. He couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yes, I want to date you, Thomas," Minho rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to Thomas on the bench.

Thomas looked up at the stars. "I want to date you, too."

Minho wagged a finger at him. "We will talk about this insecurity thing, shank," he warned, but made no move to do it before pulling Thomas into a kiss.

As the two melted into the rejoice of their mouths, Thomas thought to himself: this is my favourite memory.

(Bonus: they get married under the moon and stars, laid stark for all to see.)

#thominho week #tmwd1 #thominho week 2020 #thominho #minhomas #thomas x minho #day 1 #"night #oblivious thomas #pining minho #pining thomas #insecure thomas #tmr #the maze runner

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00250 · 4 years

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do you know if there are any bangs or literally any fandom stuff happening now/soon for tmr,, sometimes I feel like the fandom is so small now and it makes me sad

hello darling!!! i dont know of any bangs, but i think thominho week is usually in the summer? @thominho-week put up the 2020 prompt survey in may but i dont think theyve posted any further about it yet!

also my dearest sami @newtedison just posted her roadtrip fic which i have been so excited to read since literally forever!!!!!!!!! so i urge u to check that out :’)

we are small but we are still mighty!!!! i have so much love in my heart for tmr and thats never gonna change 💚 if anyone ever wants to request gifs, or come talk headcanons in my ask, im always down!!

#sending u love my anon #also sorry this is late!!!#anonymous #ask #truly tmr will be with my forever. in my heart but also on my body bc i got the tst tattoo sfdjfghsdjkg #Anonymous

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thominho-week · 4 years

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It’s here! Sorry I took so long, but these are your suggestions you can vote on. Apparently a lot of you are already on the same wavelength as some of these were suggested multiple times.

Survey will stay open until the 7th May at 20:00 CEST.

#thominho #thominhoweek20

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mazegays · 2 years

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finding you

Thomas is weird. He’s smart, and the others like him, but he’s still weird. He’s always kept away from them, and sometimes after he speaks he looks around like he thinks someone is going to come and get him. Maybe they have. He’s really the only kid here Minho hasn’t tried to get to know. Well, and that girl who’s usually with him. “Minho, stop staring at Tommy, he won’t want to talk to us anymore if he thinks you want him dead.” Newt smacks him lightly. “Why do you think they keep us separated?” Minho asks. Newt shrugs. “Some experiment? They’re always doing tests on us.” “That’s a weird experiment.” Minho doesn’t get to really meet Thomas until later, and they get along immediately. They sneak up to the roof, just them, and as they stare at the ground, legs swinging, Minho has to ask. “What do they do to you? They take our blood a lot, and we have to go to lessons, but I never see you there.” “I do the same thing, mostly. I’m just… alone. And they do scans of me a lot. One of them shocked me once. It hurt a lot. I can’t remember why though.” Thomas looks so frustrated by not remembering that Minho almost wants to laugh. Thomas is good, though, he behaves and does what he’s told and if they found a reason to hurt him, then maybe it won’t take much for them to hurt anyone else, either. “Do you do anything fun?” “No. I have some games on my tablet, but I don’t use them much.” Minho bets he has the same ones. “Me neither. You’ve met Newt, right? He’ll like you, you should come and eat with us sometimes.” “I’m not allowed to. They watch me.” They get caught sneaking back inside. Minho doesn’t see Thomas for a long time after that.

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mazegays · 2 years

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this love came back to me

Minho doesn’t need Sonya’s nudge to leave his collection with her and almost sprint to their cabin.

He and Thomas had both known that it was going to be a hard week. They hadn’t been separated since Thomas’s fall early last year, and even before that, they’d been pretty joined at the hip.

Two weeks away on a supply run…they can’t be together all the time, but unfortunate timing landed them with Minho as the last-resort leader of the team.

It was supposed to be more gradual than this.

Things aren’t as bad as he feared when he steps into their cabin.

The mess isn’t a week’s worth of clothes and dirt, probably just the past three days or so.

“Min? Is that you?”

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“Yeah, Thom, I’m back. Supply run went well, no one got hurt, and we found what we were looking for.” Minho keeps talking as he moves around the cabin, only moving things that really need to be moved for now.

“How bad is it, Thomas?”

“It rained for three days straight. Before that, I was having nightmares, but otherwise I was fine. The rain just…”

“It’s okay.” When he finally steps inside their room, he sees that Thomas has piled all of their blankets on himself. “What’s your level today?”

“8. It’s down from yesterday.”

“Do you want me to join you after my bath, or would that be too much?”

“Too much.”

“Okay, I won’t then.” They have two mattresses--a larger, softer one, which is great for sharing and for when Thomas’s pain spikes, and a smaller one, more designed for sleeping outside.

Minho builds the small fire in their room back up--hopefully someone’s been helping Thomas with that, when it’s this bad--and pulls the tub over to heat up while he fills it with buckets from the kitchen.

It’s a good thing they figured out how to run waterlines. Aside from the basic setup, there had been nothing when they’d gotten here. They would have made it work, but all of them were used to running water and electricity. There had been some bad reactions when they’d been told that only the main buildings would have it.

“Minho?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, Thomas.” Thomas sounds half-asleep. It’s the middle of the day, but he always sleeps a lot after a few days of rain.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Thomas is leaning off the edge of the bed a little. “Up for breakfast? Frypan stopped by. He let himself in.”

“I can always eat.”

“Minho,” He’s shy, which means he’s going to ask for help with something he thinks he shouldn’t need help with, even on a bad day. “Do you think you could heat up some water? I haven’t been up for a bath for a few days and I think I can manage it today.”

“Of course, Thomas.” Before, Thomas was involved in everything--he organized cabin clusters, greenhouse plants, which common buildings were getting electricity and water immediately (the medical cabin and the kitchens), supply runs, and he’d even sat down and sketched out a plan for schooling for the younger kids with their parents.

Minho knows he misses it, but Thomas doesn’t the physical strength to work that like anymore. He can’t do a thousand things all day, every day. His best days are spent in the kitchens with Frypan, baking and doing prep work. Good days are spent in the greenhouse, either harvesting or planting or just planning, depending on how he’s feeling. Bad days, he can usually get around their cabin pretty well without much help, but anywhere else is out.

And the worst days, the post-rain days, those are always spent in bed, piled under blankets, and if he can handle it, curled up with Minho.

They eat in bed, Thomas managing to drink the applesauce and light soup Frypan brought for him.

“How hot do you want it? I can add a bucket of cold water if you want.”

“Unless it’s freezing, it’ll be fine, Minho.”

Thomas never likes to be helped out of bed unless he can’t move, so Minho finishes setting out soap and a soft cloth.

His right leg never quite healed up correctly, the ankle bone jutting a little too far inward. Farther up, his hip healed crooked.

Somehow, his spine wasn’t broken when he fell, but that’s mostly good luck.

Minho can see the swelling on Thomas’s wrists and fingers from where he’s sitting.

His wrists had been easy enough to set, but it’d been days before they’d found him.

He should have known something was wrong sooner. Then maybe it wouldn’t be this bad for Thomas.

Minho’s worried; he always is. Thomas understands why. Most of the time, he doesn’t tell Minho how much it really hurts, because he beats himself up enough about this.

There was nothing Minho could have done. Nothing anyone could have done, except not sending him on a solo supply run.

“Min,” He hadn’t had any nightmares last night, which always makes the pain easier to handle. “Will you help me, please?”

It doesn’t mean putting pressure on his ankle sounds fantastic right now.

“Yeah, anything.”

The last two weeks… they were mostly good days. Rain always does him in; his ankle swells and throbs, his hip tightens up, and his wrists ache and remain swollen for days afterward.

“I know the tub isn’t big enough for two, but--” Thomas yawns, without meaning to.

This is the farthest he’s moved since the rain started

“Whatever you need, Thomas. Always. I’m not leaving.” Minho kisses his head softly. “Anywhere I should I avoid?”

“Be gentle with my ankle? And my wrists are still bad.”

When Thomas tries to take a piece of soap, Minho sets it just out of reach.

“Nope. I’m taking care of you today. I hated being on the supply run; being away from you. Not knowing if you were okay, or if something had happened.”

“I was worried too.” Thomas murmurs. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about it, every time I hear that you or one of our friends has gone a supply run. I don’t want--Minho, I don’t want this or worse to happen to anyone else.”

“It won’t, love, we won’t let it. No one goes alone, and usually they’re a lot shorter than two weeks.”

“With winter coming up, someone had to go.” He knows it’s true. Jorge and Gally were supposed to lead this one, but they’d both gotten sick. Gally came around as soon as he was well enough to *apologize*.

Like he could control when he got sick.

“I wish you could. Some of the areas they’ve been restoring are really pretty. You’d love them”

“Maybe when it’s easier.” Thomas doesn’t think he’s ever going to be able to leave Paradise again. Even the mostly-flat paths from here to the communal areas are difficult at times, and he can’t go for a walk in the forest without a plan for staying in bed for a day afterward.

It’s nice to think about, but he’s not going to be well enough to do more than he already does without real doctors, medicine, and medical technology he doesn’t think they’ll ever see again.

Minho is gentle with him as he rinses him off, one hand trying to work out the tightness in his hip while the other runs the soapy cloth over his back.

The hot water makes it easier to relax, and though he’d slept through dinner the day before, Thomas finds himself drifting off.

He’s distantly aware of Minho drying him off, wrapping him in blankets rather than trying to get clothes on him, and settling him in bed. Thomas wraps a hand around his wrist and taps lightly, using their old code from joint supply runs.

“Of course I’ll stay, Thomas. Let me get the hot pack for you first, though.” Minho kisses his forehead, then his lips, softly.

Once the hot pack--a bag of rice, laid by the fire to get warm--is settled against his hips, Minho curls around his other side, just holding him.

For the first time since Minho had gone on the supply run, Thomas falls asleep easily.

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mazegays · 2 years

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i may or may not have started on thominho week writing

yes!!! this is great news!!! i have not started on this year's yet but i literally just finished 2020's like 10 minutes ago so that counts for something right?

#tea #ask box #thominho week #thominho week 2022 #highkey so excited!!! tea ur gonna be great #everyone is gonna be great but especially excited for yours

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mazegays · 1 year

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I posted 445 times in 2022

That's 42 more posts than 2021!

21 posts created (5%)

424 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@its-tea-time-darling

@thominho-incorrectquotes

@highgaydrama

@un-ah

@thomallyweek

I tagged 422 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#remember that i love queue - 135 posts

#thominho - 78 posts

#thomas - 49 posts

#tea - 37 posts

#minho - 36 posts

#thomally - 29 posts

#thomallyweek2022 - 18 posts

#nalby - 18 posts

#newt - 17 posts

#gifs - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#while it's evolved over the years the basis of the theory still comes from 14yo me there is definitely room for improvement discussion etc

My Top Posts in 2022:

BTW if anyone has questions about my wips (the whumpy slowburn Thominally fic and the empath Thomas fic... that's what's actually typed up. for now) or questions about like. most other things too feel free to send them! I love getting asks and talking about fics lol

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@its-tea-time-darling

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity ✨💛🌻

okay like I have way more than five things so I'm going fandom-specific here lol

--writing collective headcanons/bouncing around ideas with my moots

--adding onto @thominho-incorrectquotes posts either in the tags or on the post itself

--literally anything that portrays Thomas as the 'gifted kid' he is: smart as all get-out with no social skills (also. adhd Thomas. bc I am adhd and so are all my fav characters. minho? gally? sonya? harriet? you bet!)

--the people on ao3 who pop up every once in a while as having kudos all of my tmr fics (even if they don't leave comments it's appreciated)

--when people come yell at me about my fics, whether here or ao3 idc just!! yell ur appreciation at me it is appreciated

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@its-tea-time-darling

because this 40k fic isn't getting any shorter and it's looking less and less like slowburn with each section

wtf you have a thominally wip what the fuckwhatthefuckwhathesjxbhshdsjxbdbbsdbbd

yep! it started as a way to hit as many thomally week prompts as I could in one fic, and has expanded greatly since, leading into thominally. no idea when it'll be anywhere near done, because it's not now!

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@its-tea-time-darling

i may or may not have started on thominho week writing

yes!!! this is great news!!! i have not started on this year's yet but i literally just finished 2020's like 10 minutes ago so that counts for something right?

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My #1 post of 2022

@monkey-d-momo

I wanted to know what you liked so much about my empath Thomas headcanon and if you're gonna publish your fic soon (no pressure or course, but like you, I really like this headcanon and I need more of it haha) Love you!

-thominho-incorrectquotes

okay, so you know when you read a prompt or smth and immediately have Ideas™️? That's what happened. I read your headcanons and was like: I need 500 fics about this immediately, and I have Ideas for one so I will write it myself.

Also, it's a different take on Thomas’s character, especially because we all see him as oblivious to, well, everything. Empath Thomas can be oblivious, but it has to be done differently, because he knows what people are feeling--he feels it himself. So maybe he doesn't trust his own emotions now, because while sometimes it's easy to tell that it's not his, he can’t always do that. Especially when they're very similar to what he's feeling. Hence Thomas sticking with logic and objectivity when he can, when he has time to think things through. He ignores everything he feels because he doesn't know what's his.

(This is not a good idea, Thomas.) He also doesn't talk to anyone about this in true Thomas fashion of questioning everything that's not personal, so as far as he knows, it's normal.

Minho eventually figures out that Thomas never seems to respond emotionally to anything, and they're a bunch of teenage boys stuck in a Maze. Like, emotional outbursts aren't super common but he’s never met someone who just... doesn't respond to anything. Ben's attack? Yeah, Thomas was scared, but then Ben was probably scared too (Thomas knows the anger didn't come from him.) So he hides his reactions as best he can and pretends they don't exist.

Minho figures out that Thomas can feel everything, and has no defense against it, when something happens to Thomas and Thomas, mostly out of it, tells Minho to stop worrying because it hurts.

(Thomas does not remember this, but part of the reason he sticks to the Deadheads to sleep here is because some of the Gladers have nightmares, which equals strong emotion, which overwhelms him and causes him physical pain.)

And so Minho starts trying to figure out how Thomas can block or mute others' emotions and help him trust his own again, but it’s a slow process, and then the Scorch happens and Denver happens and they don’t have time, and it turns out that Thomas has just been shoving everything behind mental shields and it's too much one day and well... that's definitely not a good thing.

This got a little long! I kind of focused on the whumpier side here but there is fluff that goes with it (and a definite happy ending).

As for the fic, the above is kind of where I'm planning on taking the longer version. The shorter verison, which will only be Fever Code Era, involves Minho figuring it out on his own and working to help Thomas. Then he gets sent to the Maze, and of course later Thomas does as well, which means all progress is reset re: managing empathic abilities. That will hopefully be done sometime next week, but my work schedule is still up in the air so no promises.

Thanks so much for the ask, Momo! 💜 Really hope I do this justice.

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thominho-week-2024 · 3 years

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nix-writes · 3 years

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supposed to be

falling, falling into you

Thomas didn’t want to open his eyes.

Over the past three weeks, he had been slowly molting, and now he was going from his adolescent grays and browns to his adult colors. As was tradition, he’d avoided mirrors and no one had told him what his wings looked like as his new feathers came in.

Today he could look.

It was supposed to be a happy day, the most important day in his young life.

Thomas didn’t want to open his eyes.

“Come on, Thomas, look already. It’ll be fine and you know it.” Easy for Gally to say. His wings had molted nearly a year ago. He’d been just as scared as Thomas was.

Maybe that was part of the tradition, and no one talked about it because they didn’t want to admit to fear.

finish on ao3

second chapter here!

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nix-writes · 3 years

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as night falls

Thomas had taken to sleeping in the Deadheads; he didn't know why, but he was more comfortable out here than in the main sleeping area--even though the hammocks and flat ground would doubtless be better for sleeping--and the Homestead was considered reserved for Keepers and the sick.

So he slipped away, every night.

He figured someone had to have noticed, but no one had called him on it, and he was up and ready before everyone but Newt and Frypan.

He'd kept the blanket someone had laid over him, nights ago.

It felt like it had been a different age.

(It had been less than two weeks.)

Curled up out here, on rocks and grass and roots, there was no one to notice if he woke up from nightmares.

If he gasped barely-remembered names.

No one had to know.

No one needed to know that he didn't sleep much. Minho would stop him from running for sure if he knew; if any of the Runners had so much as a sniffle, they were benched for the day.

So Thomas tucked himself into his usual spot, between the wall and a tree.

And hoped he would sleep tonight.

Minho had noticed Thomas slinking off.

He'd been doing it all week.

At first, Minho had thought that maybe he'd found another way into the Maze, was climbing the walls at night and getting in, but Thomas was too awake for that every morning.

And he didn't think Thomas would do that. Not after they spent that night in the Maze.

But it still worried Minho. His boyfriend, sneaking off every night, coming back most mornings looking like he'd be better off sleeping than running.

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(It was one of the reasons Minho kept Thomas with him. That, and he could kiss Thomas silly during their lunch and no one had to know.

Well, Newt probably knew, but that didn't count, because Newt knew everything.)

Minho tapped Newt on the shoulder lightly and nodded his head in Thomas's direction.

"Yeah, yeah, shank, I won't raise the alarm if I miss you during rounds." Minho jogged, lightly, so he didn't disturb anyone sleeping.

Not that these boys would be asleep, not yet. In the Homestead, maybe.

He found Thomas a few minutes later, where he’d been sleeping the night he’d come out here. (When he’d run in the Maze and just kept running.

It had been the first time Minho had actually been scared of losing Thomas.

When they’d been stuck in the Maze together--he hadn’t had time to be scared, not after the initial panic.)

Minho slid down the wall next to him. What was so bad about the Glade that Thomas avoided sleeping there?

Minho watched Thomas, tracked his breathing and every shift of his body until his own eyes slid shut.

He woke up later that night, to harsh breathing and Thomas pulling away from him.

Carefully, Minho reached out, wrapped his arms around him.

“‘Inho?” Thomas’s voice was sleep-soft. “What’re you doing out here?”

“I came to see where you sleep, shank, and stayed out here to see the appeal,” Minho said softly.

“Well, you can leave if you want, I’m fine.” Given that Minho thought he’d just woken from a nightmare, he wanted to argue.

“Well, I don’t want. Now come back here and tell me what woke you up.”

It took a few minutes, but Thomas eventually told him about the dreams he’d been having; that tonight was the first night he hadn’t woken up screaming.

(Later on, when they were separated by WICKED, after the Scorch, Minho thought about that night a lot.

He wanted Thomas with him. But he didn’t even know where Thomas was.

And most of all, he wondered: How was Thomas sleeping? Was he sleeping? There was more nightmare fodder now than before.)

“Go back to sleep, Thomas. Won’t bug me much if you wake me up.” Even with that, neither of them went back to sleep for a long time.

They stared at the stars, wondering what might be out there.

(In the Scorch, looking at real stars, tucked up against each other carefully, they wondered: Why did they have to be stuck here?)

For that night, in the black of the woods, with only a blanket and uncomfortable ground, Thomas and Minho did not sleep so much as they watched.

And it felt like the stars were watching them too.

Like even the night knew these boys, one day, would belong to it.

#thominho week 2020 #twd1 #night #canon compliant #thomas #minho #thominho week #thominho #thominho fic #nix writes #hurt/comfort #my work #my fic #was i late to my own fucking event? of course I was #it's fine ig #i am here now

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thominho-incorrectquotes · 3 years

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Snow Day and Red Noses

This is my entry for Thominho Week 2020, Day 4 “Softness/Comfort”

Characters: Thomas x Minho

1033 words

Tags: Modern AU, Fluff (a lot of it), Boys in love

Summary: Big fluffy snowflakes were falling from the sky, looking like flying tissues. It was truly beautiful. And as usual, Thomas had suggested they go to the ice rink in the park near their apartment. Minho could never say no to Thomas. Besides, he loved ice skating.

You can also read it on AO3 and ff.net

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It was really a perfect day. The weather was great; not too cold, but cold enough to be enjoyable. Big fluffy snowflakes were falling from the sky, looking like flying tissues. It was truly beautiful.

And as usual, Thomas had suggested they go to the ice rink in the park near their apartment. Minho could never say no to Thomas. Besides, he loved ice skating.

It was like running, but he was even faster on ice. The ice wind on this face, the adrenaline, the smoothness of each movements, the white scenery… Everything about it was just perfect. But the best thing was spending time with Thomas. The brunet loved winter. It was his favorite season and he just liked to share it with the one he loved most.

Minho was currently racing against his boyfriend, as they always did when ice skating, laughing like teenage boys the whole time, shoving each other lightly as they tried to win this playful competition they loved doing.

As they reached the finish line they previously agreed on, the Asian pushed Thomas on the snow that surrounded the ice rink.

“Cheater!” Thomas said, trying to sound offended, but failed due to the big smile on his face, which only made Minho laugh his ass off. “Come on, help me man.”

“Anything for my princess” the man obeyed, taking his boyfriend’s hand to pull him back to his feet, not without smiling and making sure his dimples were on display. He knew how weak Thomas was for them.

“Don’t call me that” he complained, sounding annoyed.

But the oldest knew better. He held the young man in his arms, putting their faces only few inches apart, and pressing their bodies together has tightly as possible despite the big winter coats they were wearing, giving Minho the perfect opportunity to stare at his boyfriend’s beautiful face.

His cheeks covered in moles were tinted in pink due to the cold, his golden eyes were sparkling in joy and the tip of his nose was all red. He was really so cute that Minho felt yet another wave of love for this boy – he had at least ten of those every few hours – before kissing the red button nose.

“You love it when I call you that.”

“Ok, maybe a little…”

Minho grinned. “You’re so adorable.”

“Min, stop…”

“Never, you’re so cute and I love you.”

He went to kiss him on the lips this time, but stopped himself when he heard giggling. He turned to see a group of girls looking at them, few feet away, clearly enjoying the show that was Minho and Thomas were giving.

The Korean smirked.

“Hey girls” he spoke loudly “Isn’t my boyfriend adorable?”

The girls chuckled even more before answering “You both are! You guys are such a cute couple.”

“See” Minho said to his lover, “they agree.”

“Oh my god Min, stop.” Thomas was red in embarrassment, but the Asian knew that he was secretly enjoying the compliment.

Minho kissed him again, this time on the mouth. “Come on, let’s go home.”

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They walked back to their apartment, hands in hands, while Thomas kept commenting on the beautiful snow that was still falling. It was really a wonder how such a small little thing as snow could turn this young man into a soft ball of pure happiness.

Minho loved it, he wished he could always see the love of his life this joyful.

Once into the warmth of their home, they made sure to shake the snow out of them before taking off their coats and boots.

“Go choose a movie and I’ll make us some hot chocolate” Minho proposed.

Thomas beamed in excitement, he loved hot chocolate. “Sure!” He quickly went to the living room, leaving the other man in the hallway.

Minho couldn’t help but smile in fondness. His boyfriend was really the sweetest and cutest human being alive. He was so in love. This beautiful soul was the light of his life. He just wanted to cherish Thomas as much as he possibly could.

He went to the kitchen, wanting to be done with the hot chocolate so he could just go cuddle with his lover as soon as possible. Once the milk was warm enough, he mixed it with the chocolate powder and added some marshmallows. With the two cups in hands, he went to the living room and was greeted with the sight of Thomas, seating on the couch, with open arms, ready to hug the Asian man.

“Min! Come here!” he said with excitement which only made Minho’s heart beat even faster. Was it possible to be that much in love with someone?

He put down the hot chocolates on the coffee table and immediately accepted the welcoming arms. Making himself comfortable on the couch, he noticed Thomas’s face was still pink from the cold. He couldn’t resist it, he kissed him again on the nose – which earned a chuckle from the younger man – before going to his cheek than to his lips, his neck... He could never get enough of Thomas, he always wanted more.

“What movie did you choose?” Minho asked, still buried deep into the boy’s neck.

“A comedy.”

“Cool.”

The brunet started the movie and moved to take his mug, taking a sip from it.

“Mmm, it’s so good.”

“Of course it is, I made it” he smirked. Thomas only rolled his eyes in amusement before paying attention to the screen. Minho went to take his own mugs and snuggled in the pillows, pulling his boyfriend with him. Thomas happily curled up in his arms.

Half way into the movie, the Korean turned to look at the man lying on his chest. He looked so comfortable, and so adorable. With the snow outside, the warmth of the other body on his, the taste of chocolate still present in his mouth and the love that filled his heart, Minho just felt the like the happiest and luckiest man in the world.

“Hey, Thomas?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

Thomas lifted his head and smiled at his lover.

“I love you” Minho repeated. “I love you so much.”

“I know. I love you too.”

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This one was a bit shorter, but I hope you liked it!

And yes, I'm in love with snow, I had to write something about it.

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