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thominho-incorrectquotes · 2 years

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Bring Me Back To Life

This is my entry for Thominho Week 2022, Day 6 “We're a team”

Characters: Thomas x Minho

Rating: T

2418 words

Tags: Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Mental Health Issues, Self-Hatred,

Summary: Everyone knew there was something wrong with Thomas. They all blamed it on trauma, which was expected considering everything the boy had been through, and it wasn’t as if he was the only one in Paradise who had suffered from traumatic experiences. Everyone was struggling. But Thomas… Thomas was a special case.

Note: I am SO sorry for the wait! This fic was supposed to be published wayyyyy before that, but things happened. As some of you know, I'm currently looking for work, and the process is a bit tiring. I did a lot of translation tests and interviews. Still no job yet, so it has taken a bit of a toll on me. Also, I helped my dad at his work, I had to do some translations for my uncle, I went to see my family, got misgendered a lot since I'm not out to them, then someone in my extended family died, and he was someone really loved in my family, so emotions were high (and I'm an empath, so I felt everything ten times stronger), on top of having a huge writer block (and writing helps my mental health normaly). And then, I thought I was going to have my dream job, but turns out they can't hire me right now and so, my mental health wasn't in the best shape for the past few months. But this fic is finally done, thanks to @intheyellowandgreen who helped me believe in this fic again and who had the kindness to beta read it. Thank you so much again Fiz!

You can also read it on AO3

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Everyone knew there was something wrong with Thomas.

They all blamed it on trauma, which was expected considering everything the boy had been through, and it wasn’t as if he was the only one in Paradise who had suffered from traumatic experiences. Everyone was struggling.

But Thomas… Thomas was a special case.

He would space out. Often. He was stuck in his own mind, and nobody could do anything to pull him out of there. Nobody, except Minho.

The first time it happened, the younger one hadn’t been outside their tent for most of the day. No one was really bothered by it since the little community they had created was more than okay with sudden days off of work, but the dark-haired boy had been worried about his friend. He had gone back to their house and had found his best friend curled up on himself on his bed, looking into the void.

Minho didn’t have to ask to know what was going on in Thomas’ mind. He knew it was ugly.

And so, once again acting on instinct, he had crawled to him and pulled the boy to his chest. He had caressed the soft brown locks and the moles on Thomas' face until he felt tears on his friend’s cheeks.

They didn’t talk about it after. Bad days were bound to happen. They’d only been in Paradise for a week at that point; the traumatizing events they had been through were still too fresh in their mind.

But it continued.

One time, Thomas was helping Frypan prepare the food when he froze into place. It had worried his friend, who tried to speak to him, but he hadn’t responded even when the cook had pulled the knife from his hands.

Frypan had went to get Minho. Because Minho knew Thomas like no one else.

“Hey shank, what’s up?” the boy had said as soon as he stepped into the makeshift kitchen. Thomas was spacing out again, frozen in place. He was in his own mind.

“Tommyboy, come here,” Minho had said, wrapping his arms around his friend, softly stroking his back. “Come back to me, baby.”

Thomas seemed to respond to the contact, so Minho led him outside where they could sit in the grass without bothering anyone.

After a few caresses and soft words, the brown-haired boy had slowly came back to himself. The day went on after that.

But then, it happened again. Once when Thomas had been gathering stuff with Harriet, another when he was building a cabin with Gally, and even once when he was talking to Aris.

Although it had started to annoy everyone, they would never tell Thomas that.. It wasn’t as if they could do anything about it or that they blamed him; they all understood. But it was annoying how only Minho could bring him back; luckily, he was never far from his best friend. Still, sometimes he was, and dealing with a spacing out Thomas was hard on everyone. Looking everywhere for Minho every time was exhausting.

That’s why an angry-looking Gally stormed towards Minho after a few months of the same pattern. Their little community was more settled now; almost everyone had switched from tents to cabins. They were working on more updates, and Thomas was helping Gally today.

Minho didn’t have to guess why Gally was looking for him. Both boys barely spoke to each other – Minho couldn’t forget the shank had wanted to kill Thomas at some point – and the only time they did was because his best friend was in need.

He didn’t like the fuming face the boy was making.

“This has to stop!” the blond furiously said once he was close enough. “This is like the fifth time this week!”

“Gally, I swear if you give Thomas a hard time about this, I’m gonna-“

“Yeah, I know, you’re gonna rip my arms and legs off. I’ve heard that one before,” Gally interrupted him. He continued, his tone a bit calmer. “But I’m saying this, as a friend; this has to stop. Have you talked to him about it?”

Minho hesitated. “N-no, but…”

“Then do it! Figure out what’s going on!”

“How would I know what to do?” he retorted.

“Just make him talk about it okay? It might help, I don’t know. But right now, he’s just a nuisance.”

“Don’t you dare call Thomas a nuisance!” Minho was mad now. “I’m gonna beat your ass, you shuck-face.”

“Go take care of your boyfriend instead.”

“He’s not my boy-“

“Oh shuck, you haven’t confessed either?!” Gally gasped. “Go do that too, right now, you slinthead!

“Wh-“

“Oh, it was supposed to be a secret?”

Shuck.

His crush on his best friend hadn’t been as discreet as he had hoped.

“Don’t make that face,” Gally said. “Now, come get Thomas, please.”

“Fine,” Minho replied. “But after that I’ll punch the klunk out of you. You’ll be even more disfigured than you are now.”

“Yeah, yeah...”

As expected, Thomas was spacing out. He wasn’t paralyzed like he sometimes was, but he was repeatedly sanding a piece of wood in the same place, his eyes staring into nothingness.

“Hey, baby,” Minho said softly while approaching his friend. He had found out that Thomas responded well to that pet name. “Why don’t you give me that.” He took everything Thomas had in his hands and put it down.

He then grabbed Thomas’ hands and led him towards a more isolated place. Thomas was still not there. Minho sat them both down and did everything that helped Thomas during those moments.

“See the sky? It’s so blue today, right?” he whispered in Thomas’ ear. He was holding him close, Thomas’ back pressed against his chest. “And can you hear the birds? They are so loud today. The sea is beautiful today too, we should go to the beach later.”

Thomas’ body shifted. He was starting to come back.

“We could take some seashells to decorate our new cabin, what do you think?” Minho continued. He had started to softly stroke his friend’s cheeks while rambling sweet nothings, just so that Thomas knew he was there with him, that they were safe.

After a few moments, Minho felt the body against his going soft and snuggling into the embrace more. Thomas was back.

“Hey shank,” he said, simply glad to have his friend back.

“Hey,” Thomas replied in a small voice.

They stayed silent. The brown-haired boy didn’t like to talk much after an episode. But he needed the comfort of his best friend’s arms. He rested his head against Minho’s chest and stared at the sky. It was indeed very blue today.

Minho’s mind was racing with thoughts. As much as he hated Gally, the shank was right. He had to talk to Thomas.

“Thomas?” he tried. The boy in his arms hummed in response. “You, um… This has happened quite a lot since we arrived in Paradise…”

At that, Thomas tried to wriggle away from Minho’s embrace.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” he immediately comforted him. This was harder than he had planned.

“I know I’m a burden…” the smaller boy said, no longer trying to get away, but there was a distance between them.

“You’re not a burden Thomas. You’ll never be a burden,” Minho replied. “I just want to understand what’s happening in your head. I want to help you.”

“But why?”

“Because we’re a team. There’ll be no Minho without Thomas.”

That made Thomas smile, returning to his friend’s arms.

“I really like you, Min.”

“I like you too.”

“No, I mean… like…” Thomas hesitated. “Like… in a romantic way…”

Oh.

“Me too.”

“What? Really?” Thomas was shocked. He turned to look at Minho with wide eyes.

“Yes, really.”

The biggest smile ever appeared on Thomas’ face before he dived in for a hug. Minho was pushed onto the ground, not expecting a whole body to tackle him.

“You don’t know how much that makes me happy,” Thomas said in the crook of Minho’s neck.

“You say that as if I’m not the happiest man alive right now,” Minho laughed.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Please, feel free to do so.”

Things were going well after that. Minho never, or rarely, left Thomas alone. It seemed to help the boy. And they were together. Not a lot changed in their relationship besides make-out sessions on the beach and making love in the privacy of their cabin. Their dynamic was already strong:they were best friends after all, and that’s why they worked.

But this new intimacy between them led Thomas to be even more vulnerable with Minho, and so, one day, he told him.

“It just… happens. I’ll have one thought about something I did, or something I regret, and then… it just doesn’t stop! And it gets darker and darker and I don’t know how to get out of my head.”

Minho looked at his boyfriend, feeling hopeless. He wanted to keep him safe. But how could he keep him safe from his own mind?

“But then I feel your presence and… All those negative thoughts stop spiraling,” Thomas continued. “Like, I still hate myself and I’m not saying you can stop that but… When you’re here, it’s like I remember there’s someone who cares for me. That I’m important to somebody. It helps… Even if it’s just for a moment, it helps…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it brings like a… small light of hope in this darkness, I guess,” Thomas pondered. “It pulls me out of the dark. You pull me out of the dark.”

Minho was speechless. Tears started to gather in his eyes, and he fought hard to not let them fall. He didn’t know that he meant so much to Thomas. Ever since Thomas had come out of the box back in the glade, Minho had known Thomas was special to him. And, they’ve obviously developed a strong bond, he just never realized how strong Thomas’ affections for him were before this moment. He realized that he had never truly believed someone could love him like that, even after dating Thomas for a few weeks. He knew Thomas liked him, but it was still surreal, even after all this time.

“I love you,” Minho said, not knowing what else to say to Thomas’ confession. Instead, he embraced his boyfriend and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips.Because he could and because he loved Thomas. “I love you so much.”

Thomas melted into his lover’s arms, and they cuddled until morning.

And the pattern continued.

Thomas would sometimes space out and Minho would help him come back. He would sometimes kiss him, having asked his boyfriend beforehand if that was an okay thing to do… Other times, he would simply hold him and speak to him.

And they were doing well. It worked.

But by always helping his boyfriend, Minho forgot he could also have bad days.

It hit him full force one morning. Thomas had gone with Brenda to help her with something Minho didn’t hear his lover mentioning.

It was the first time in a while that Minho was alone. He had always put everyone’s feelings and mental health, especially Thomas’, before his own. He was always there for everyone. Reliable. Strong. A true leader.

That’s at least what he was trying to do.

He had tried to save everyone. He failed. He failed them. He was even failing Thomas right now. He was trying to help him, to save him from his own mind. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

Something ugly started growing inside of him. A black fire fueled by self-hatred and hopelessness. Minho didn’t know what to do with this feeling, with his body. The dark flames were growing stronger, and he screamed. Because it hurt too much. Because he shucking hated himself.

His hands grabbed a chair, and before he could stop himself, he flung it across the room. The wood cracked when it came in contact with the wall, but it didn’t stop Minho. Another chair followed with another scream scorching his vocal cords. Then he punched the table, kicked the bed, and then punched the table again. Destroying everything that was around him because he didn’t know what else to do. Because the pain inside him was stronger than him. Because he didn’t deserve all of this.

It stopped when two strong arms wrapped around his torso.

Thomas.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, my love. Everything is okay.”

Thomas’ soft words resonated inside Minho’s body, and the fire calmed down. It was still there, and Minho doubted it would ever go away. But at least it stopped burning everything on his path. For now.

Thomas continued to murmur softly in his ear, soothing Minho and making him surrender to his boyfriend’s embrace, this strength gone, only leaving him a whimpering mess in Thomas’ arms.

“I-I’m… I’m sorry…” he eventually said after a while, his throat hurting from all the screaming. The tears had stopped, and they were now wrapped around each other on the floor.

“What are you sorry about?” Thomas’ voice wasn’t judging or demanding. It was understanding and soothing.

“I broke everything…” Minho wanted to say so much more. He wanted to pour everything he was feeling into the world. But he didn’t have the words.

“It’s okay,” Thomas replied. “We can build a new table.”

“No but…”

“Hey, it’s okay Min. You’re allowed to have bad days too.”

No, he didn’t. He needed to be there for Thomas. Always.

“I can take care of you too,” Thomas continued as if reading Minho’s mind. “And I would feel bad if it was always me that’s being taken care of while we neglect your needs. I-I need to take care of you too.” He stopped to sniff and wiped a tear that had escaped his eye. Seeing his boyfriend cry was shocking to Minho. “Please let me take care of you, Minho,” he finally said, his voice still shaking with emotions..

Minho turned to face Thomas and pressed his lips to his boyfriend’s for a soft but meaningful kiss. Thomas responded with a passion like never before and expressed millions of things in that simple act.

“I still don’t want you having to look out for me if you’re struggling too,” Minho said once they parted.

“You said it yourself, Min. We’re a team. We’re gonna go through everything together.”

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wckdisdead · 2 years

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Thominho week 2022

day 2

"If I can't protect you... it's not worth it"

dandelions x thominho

#the maze runner #maze runner #thominho #thominho week #thominho week 2022 #dandelions #thominho gifset #thomas and minho #i love thominho #first time trying thominho week #wckdisdead #if i can't protect you it's not worth it #each other protectors #you die i die #tmwd2

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71l3 · 2 years

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We follow each other (I want you safe)

Day 2 for Thominho Week! "If I can't protect you... it's not worth it"

Characters: Thomas, Minho, Brenda, Newt

Tags: What if Thomas had the flare, Immune Newt (AU)

Summary: “Leave me here.” He said, simply, his eyes content and worried. Minho grits his teeth, clenching his fists. He’s unable to say anything, not knowing how he’s supposed to react in this situation.

A/N: Hmmm I need more characters than just these 4, but I'll work on that part eventually...along with the length of these things...

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His soft, down-turned eyes stare drowsily up at him, a small smile full of love painting his face. Minho feels his heart clench, as if that stupid Rat Man is choking it out. He ignores the tears welling up in his eyes, and just as he goes to begin talking, Thomas speaks, for the first time since this odd argument had started.

“Leave me here.” He said, simply, his eyes content and worried. Minho grits his teeth, clenching his fists. He’s unable to say anything, not knowing how he’s supposed to react in this situation. He thought that Thomas would know, maybe even better than himself, that where one went, the other followed. This is how it’s been since he’d saved him from the maze, The Flare doesn’t change anything about this, about their dynamic. They’ve been together since the start, since they locked eyes. That isn’t going to end with something they can’t stop.

Before Minho’s thoughts could go even further off the rails, Brenda decided to speak up, looking sympathetically at Thomas. “Maybe this is for the better, Minho. Maybe they can help him?” He said nothing in reply to those words, preferring to silently seethe over the situation, over Brenda’s foolish words. He can see Newt glancing in between all of them, a contradicting look on his face, as if he was actually considering their words. Minho feels his hands start to shake, and he’s decently sure that he’s beginning to go red from anger.

He stomps up to Thomas, said boy flinching when he sets his foot down, grabbing his hand and intertwining it with his own. Minho adjusts himself to look back at the others, a stern look on his face that just said he was not to be argued with. He squeezed Thomas’ hand, looking down when he noticed the boy didn’t squeeze back. He looked angry, before taking up his free hand and popping his neck. Although tears welled up in his eyes, he looked up at Minho and gave him a shaky smile. His heart stuttered, skipping a beat from the devastation he felt. And yet, he ignored it. They would get through this, all of them. There was no other way for this to go, they all stay alive through this and live their lives in the Safe Haven.

Brenda and Newt were staring at the two, a melancholy expression on the both of them. Brenda let her hands fall to her side as she gave a soft sigh. Exhaustion swept over her body, but she made sure that it didn’t overpower the adrenaline she would need for later. Bouncing on the balls of her heels, she rolled her shoulders back while Minho spoke, just a short sentence, but she could tell that he meant it with how sternly he said it.

Clenching Thomas’ fist once again, smiling briskly when he squeezed back, he turns toward Brenda and Newt once again. Newt has a knowing smile on his face as he nods faintly at him. (He needs to be safe, he will be safe.)

“Both of us or none of us.”

#Thominho Week 2022 #Thominho Week #Thominho #Thomas x Minho #TMWD2 #If I can't protect you... it's not worth it #thomas #tmr thomas #tmr #the maze runner #maze runner #tmr newt #newt #brenda #tmr brenda #tmr minho #minho

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its-tea-time-darling · 2 years

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submission for @thominho-week2022 day 2, alternative prompt what if [minho was in a band].

Des Étoiles Filantes

for thominho week, but mostly: for momo. this one's for you @thominho-incorrectquotes

« Il est tombé amoureux », chuchota audiblement Newt à Teresa. Thomas ne bougeait pas, le regard fixé sur le chanteur, mais ses joues rougissent considérablement.

language: french

word count: 645

rating: teen and up audiences

tags: band au, meet-cute, queer rep

#maze runner #the maze runner #tmr #tmr fanfiction #tmr minho #tmr thomas #band au #thominho #thominho week #Thominho Week 2022 #french #francais #quebec #tmwd2 #alternative prompt #what if []

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thominho-week-2024 · 2 years

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The ao3 collection is open! Reblogging on here will start tomorrow afternoon (~4pm EST; sadly, I cannot take the week off of work to come and simply do Thominho Week things. It'd be more fun, though.) Very excited to see everything you've been working on!

The icon is by our very own @thominho-incorrectquotes!

(post here)

#thominho week #thominho week 2022 #thominho-incorrect quotes #momo's work #momo's art

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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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intheyellowandgreen · 2 years

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The Kingdom Come, The Rise, The Fall

The Maze Runner. Thominho. 3.4k words. First Kisses, Royalty AU.

Series: Thominho Week 2022

Collection: Thominho Week 2022

#AO3 #fanfic #story #fanfiction #my fic #the maze runner #thominho #thominho week #thominho week 2022 #tmwd5 #prompt: first kisses #royalty au #3.4k words

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itsthemxze · 2 years

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Thominho week day 1 - "Enemies to Lovers"

Rating - Not rated

Summary - Minho was feeling something. He wasn’t sure what, but he was feeling something. These shucking greenies always think they know best. He’d been talking to Newt over dinner the night before and heard all about the greenie’s questions and suggestions, as if they haven’t tried everything already. As if they haven’t been living this hell for years before this kid showed up.

Canon compliant/in the maze 💕

#thominho #thomas tmr #minho tmr #thominho week #thominho week 2022 #canon compliant #set in the maze #newt tmr #alby tmr #canon events #the maze runner #tmr #fic #itsthemxze #tmwd1

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iasconsumesmedia · 2 years

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Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Characters:

· Minho (Maze Runner)

· Thomas (Maze Runner)

· Gally (Maze Runner)

· Newt (Maze Runner)

· Teresa Agnes

Additional Tags:

· Hospitalization

· VERY sad ending

· Depressive Shit

· look this is very very angsty and full of hopelessness and grief

· inaccurate medicine

· writer is not a doctor

· Made up disease

Words: 6903

Without You, I'm Nothing

By everyonelovesLaurence (main blog: @dunne-ias, fan blog: @iasconsumesmedia

Summary:

Thominho Week 2022 - Day 2 - If I can't protect you... it's not worth it

After a couple of pages, Teresa takes out a pen from her breast pocket. Makes some notes in the report. Red pen. Minho almost holds his breath until she’s done. She hands it back. “Alright. I wrote down some studies I read about a while ago. Read those, see if you need to change something, and if you can get that one patient to agree to it, I’ll bring it up with the board.” “Yeah?” “Yes. It’s good work, Minho. But you know you can’t put your sweetie in this trial.” “I know that.” People keep telling me that, “But I’m not wrong, am I?”

Or, Thomas is really sick of a terminal illness. Minho tries to save him. It's a race against the clock.

#tmr fanfiction #thominho #thominho week #thominho week 2022 #thominho week day 2 #heavy on depression and misery #don't read if not prepared #whump

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dahliia04 · 2 years

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@thominho-week2022 day 2: if i can’t protect you, it’s not worth it

#the maze runner #tmr fic #tmr thomas #tmr minho #thominho #thominho week 2022 #tmwd2 #if i can’t protect you it’s not worth it

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thominho-incorrectquotes · 2 years

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Never Doubt the Power of a First Kiss

This is my entry for Thominho Week 2022, Day 5 “First Kisses”

Characters: Thomas x Minho

Rating: T

1753 words

Tags: Fluffy, Light Angst, Modern AU, First Kiss

Summary: It had been a dare. A simple dare. But for Minho, it changed everything.

Note: I am SO sorry for the wait! I had originally planned to post this fic on time, but life happened and there I am. I'm so mad because I really wanted to be on time this year and I was on a good start! Anyway, I hope you enjoy my fic for day 5!

You can also read it on AO3

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Minho couldn’t remember a time he wasn’t best friends with Thomas. The boy had always been there in his life. They did everything together, from playing together, to doing homework together, all the way to sitting together in class. Their parents were neighbours since forever, so it had been natural for both boys to know each other and become friends.

So it was only natural for them to go to Gally’s party together. Their friend Gally was celebrating his birthday. He had just turned 12 years old and had invited basically every guy in their class to his party.

Everything went fine. The party was nice, they all played some games, watched movies, ate snacks, laughed… They had a great time. They were now preparing Gally’s big ass basement for everyone to sleep together. Because yeah, they were all having a sleep over. They put small mattresses everywhere, and obviously, Thomas and Minho placed their sleeping bag together.

But obviously, the night sleepover meant sleepover games…

“Minho, Truth or Dare?” Winston asked. The boy just had to do a sexy dance in front of everyone and still had rosy cheeks from embarrassment.

“Dare,” the boy replied confidently.

“Okay. I dare you to French kiss Thomas for ten seconds.”

The whole room exploded in laughter as the two boys involved started blushing furiously.

“Wh-what?”

“Come on Minho,” Gally nagged. “A dare is a dare, you have to do it!”

“But he’s my best friend!” Minho tried to argue.

“Come on, it’s just a dare shank!” Winston replied. “It’s not like it’s gonna change anything between you!”

Minho tried to say something else, but all boys started cheering, chanting his name, and encouraging him to kiss Thomas.

He turned towards his best friend. Which, despite his obvious embarrassment, was getting close to him.

“Well, it’s just a dare, we can do this,” Thomas said, to Minho’s surprise.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, anything to make them shut up,” the boy snickered.

Minho laughed along. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Before he could take it back, his lips were against Thomas’s as cheers erupted around them.

“Come on! We want a French kiss!” Gally yelled.

Oh yeah? They wanted a French kiss? Tell will get one. Minho had never done it before, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to prove them he wasn’t a coward and could do a dare.

He put his hand on Thomas’s neck, forcing him closer and slipped his tongue into his mouth. He didn’t know what he was doing, everything about this was new. But when their tongues touched, something weird happened in Minho’s stomach. A weird feeling he couldn’t put a word on.

But his goal was still to give everyone a show, so he continued the kiss. It was a bit sloppy and uncoordinated, but it was surprisingly good. Minho understood why couples did it. Kissing felt good. Kissing Thomas felt good.

“Okay, times up!” Gally proclaimed. “Great show guys!”

Both boys parted and the game moved on.

But something in Minho shifted.

He realized something. He was, and had been for a long time, in love with his best friend. He loved Thomas.

Fuck.

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“Hey! Minho ! Minho !” Thomas was yelling at him from the other side of the corridor. All eyes were on them, as if it wasn’t embarrassing enough to be newly freshman at college.

Luckily for Minho, his best friend, had started running towards him, and since the dude was fast—he wasn’t in the track team for nothing—Thomas was by his side in seconds.

“What’s up with you!” Minho scolded him. “Don’t just yell like that!”

“But it’s important!” Thomas was obviously excited about something, he was basically jumping up and down. Minho loved this side of Thomas, which often annoyed everyone, but right now, it just wasn’t the right place.

But Thomas’s smile made all his frustration go away, like it always did. Fuck, he was so whipped.

“What? What is it?” Minho said, smiling too now because Thomas’s happiness was always contagious.

“I’m dating Teresa!!”

Wait, what?

“She asked me out and I said yes!” Thomas exclaimed, a huge grin on his face.

Minho’s own smile, along with his heart, dropped.

Fuck.

Minho had planned on telling Thomas about his feelings tonight. He’s been in love with him for so long and he had recently started thinking that maybe it was also the case for Thomas. The boy had recently started to be more touchy with him than usual and Minho was sure his best friend was flirting with him.

It was all in his head apparently because he had been in love with someone else this whole time.

And Teresa of all people.

Minho never liked the girl. She started hanging around when they started college and never she was just annoying. She was smart and pretty, but obnoxious and sometimes rude without even realizing herself.

And now she was dating Minho’s long-time crush.

He felt like dying.

“Oh. Great. That’s nice,” Minho tried to say as enthusiastically as he could. Which meant he sounded like his cat just died.

Thomas didn’t seem to notice, luckily.

“I know! She’s like the most amazing girl ever!” he went on, like a kid who just got his favourite candy.

Fuck. Why did heartbreak hurt this much?

“So, you’re going on a date soon?” Minho asked, ignoring as best as he could the sharp pain in his heart.

“Yes! Tonight! I can’t wait!”

“Great, happy for you, shank.”

…

“So, did you tell him?” Newt asked him as soon as he steps into the apartment he shared with Thomas, Alby and Newt.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Minho replied curtly. He knew his friend had nothing to do with his pain, but he couldn’t help but be a bad mood ever.

“What? He said no?” Newt widened his eyes. “But Thomas is sooo crushing on you! I know it!”

“He’s dating Teresa!” Minho snapped.

“Wait, what? Since when?!” His friend was apparently as shocked as him when he heard the news.

“Since today. She asked him out,” Minho answered with anger. “That fucking bitch had the audacity to ask him the day I planned to do the same.”

“Language Minho. Teresa is a good person,” Newt scolded him. “But I just don’t understand Thomas said yes. I mean, everyone with eyes can clearly see how much in love with you he is!”

“He’s clearly not if he’s dating her.”

“But-“

“Drop it. I don’t want to talk about it anymore…”

…

“I’m on my way Tommy, I’ll be here in five,” Minho said in his phone.

It’s been almost a year since that faithful day when Thomas, the love of his life, had started dating the person Minho officially hated the most. And now, his best friend had just announced, over the phone, sobbing, that they just broke up.

Minho swore that if that bitch broke his best friend’s heart, she was going to hear from him.

Like he had said, he arrived at their apartment five minutes later. He had been working out after his classes and was on his way home when Thomas called him.

When he entered, he immediately went to Thomas’s room. He needed to be here for his friend, to comfort him. Even if the past year had been horrible for him.

All those kisses Thomas and Teresa shared, all those dates they went to, all those beautiful romantic moment, everything Minho wished Thomas would have experienced with him instead. It had killed him inside.

He had tried to date some people. To forget his feelings for his best friend. But it only ended up quickly or as one night stands. Because they weren’t Thomas.

But he stayed for his friend. The boy was too precious to him. It hurt him, but it was all worth it. Because what they had was special, their friendship was everything to him.

“Tommy!” Minho said as soon as he stepped into the room. His friend was curled up in his bed, but he had seemingly strop sobbing. “Hey, Tommyboy, how are you?” he continued once he was close enough to his friend.

Thomas only stretched out his arms for the cover and did grabby motion with his hands. Minho immediately knew what he wanted. So he slipped into the bed next to his best friend and took him in his arms.

Once they were properly installed, Minho asked, “What happened?”

“We had an argument,” his friend replied, sniffing. His face was still wet with tears. “She thought I was cheating. Which is so not true.”

“And she broke up with you?”

“No, I broke up with her.”

“What?”

“I … I don’t love her like that… It took me too long to realize that.”

Minho was confused now. “Wait, so you’re crying because … she called you a cheater?”

Thomas shook his head. “No, because if I tell you why she thought I was cheating and why I broke up with her, it’s gonna change everything. And I’m scared.”

What?

“Thomas, you’re not making any sense right now,” Minho said. “You’ve gotta help me here, shank.”

His friend sniffed one more time.

“I like you. A lot,” he simply answered.

Those words froze Minho into place.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long actually,” Thomas continued. “Ever since that kiss, but I didn’t realize it at the time…”

This must be a dream. This couldn’t be true. Was this another universe where Minho actually get what he wants?

“I understand if you don’t feel the same,” Thomas rambled. “I mean, I know it changes everything now. But I need you to know. I love you, but I still wish we could be friends and –“

Minho interrupted him with a kiss. A long overdue kiss. A kiss that had to wait years. His friend reciprocated quickly after the first second of surprise and soon, they were making out in Thomas’s bed.

It was far from the unexperienced kiss they shared when they were 11. They actually knew how to do it now. And there were feelings into it. Minho could feel the passion and the love through Thomas’s lips and tongue. He could feel how the other man had craved this as much as he did.

When they parted, Thomas asked, “Does this mean you like me too? Does that mean you’ll be my boyfriend? Can we do it again? Can we-“

Thomas and his ramblings… Minho was never going to get tired of it.

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It's okay

For Thominho Week Day 1, Alternate "What if Thomas went deaf from the storm"

Characters: Thomas, Minho, Newt, Frypan

Rating: T

1268 words

Tags: Deaf AU(?), What if, Panic attack(s)

Summary: Neither have time to think before the world goes quiet and their vision goes black. Thomas passes out feeling oddly warm and uncomfortable.

A/N: GUYS. GUYS, IT'S THOMINHO WEEK IT'S HERE!!! Anyways I wrote this like, a day or two ago and I hope you like this thing!!!

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The rumbling of the lightning storm, the rumbling of Minho’s voice as he attempted to speak over the storm. They had been marching through this madness for who knows how long, but it was a nice change from the earlier near unbearable heat. Though, he could tell that a few of the Gladers would much rather prefer the heat over this. He looks to his left, where Minho is, then to his right. He hears a loud rumble of lightning, and he briefly whips his head around to look. There, lay the body of someone whom he didn’t know. And by the look on Minho’s face, he also didn’t know who that was. He feels a horrible twinge of regret.

And yet, he continues walking, yelling over the storm for them to go faster. He and Minho pick up their pace, keeping a close eye on Newt who follows with no difficulties. The others speed up as well, Frypan and Winston pant with exhaustion, but they continue to push forward. Up ahead, he can just barely make out the figure of a building. He gives an odd sigh of relief, the smile dropping from his face when he hears a crash of thunder to his left.

He whips around at neck-breaking speeds, nearly coming to a stop when he sees the nearly unrecognizable corpse of Winston, fried alive by the lightning. Thomas bites his lip, turning around and pushing himself forward. “UP AHEAD THERE’S A BUILDING! WE’LL TAKE SHELTER THERE!” He hears a few grunts of confirmation, and soon they shoot off, ignoring the other five strikes of lightning and thunder alike.

That is— until he hears another crash on his left, he hears the familiar pattern of footsteps stop abruptly. He doesn’t think before turning violently and reaching his arm out toward Minho who’s looking up at the lightning bolt with fear and oddly— fascination. Neither have time to think before the world goes quiet and their vision goes black. Thomas passes out feeling oddly warm and uncomfortable.

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It’s quiet. That’s the first thing he notices when his eyes crack open. He can see the rain continuing to rage outside, he can see it crash onto the weak glass windows. A few of the Gladers flinch at what he assumes is the loud noise. He shakes his head, wincing when he feels a shock. Does he have water in his ears? What happened? He attempts to reach a hand up to rub his eyes, but instead of feeling the soft skin of his face, he feels the rough material of something. He furrows his eyebrows, looking around for Newt or—

His eyes (does he really have both of them?) widen, and he begins to search every inch of the wide space over. That is, until he notices the pressure near his feet. He looks down, seeing a decently busted-up Minho. He smiles, sighing (did he sigh? He can’t hear it..) in relief. Suddenly, Newt is in his face, donning a concerned expression as his mouth moves. Thomas purses his mouth, leaning back in shock. He opens his mouth a bit, having no clue if he can even speak when he’s unable to hear it. But, he eventually gives it a try.

He can’t hear anything, if he did speak, but from the surprised expression on Newt’s face, he can bet that he did say something. (Did he say what he wanted to say? Does he no longer have control of his mouth, or of what he says?) Newt’s mouth begins moving again, before stopping. He stands up straight, looking around while tapping his foot. Thomas’ fear increases, he can’t hear that either. His eyes dart toward two Gladers talking to each other, their mouths moving in quick succession. He pales, just as Newt bends down again and points a finger toward his own ear, tapping it once or twice before making an X with his fingers. Thomas looks at him in confusion for a few moments before raising his eyebrows and nodding slowly.

Newt clenches his fist, his shoulders dropping as he turns his head, his mouth beginning to move again. Presumably, calling someone over. A moment or two later, Frypan comes into his line of sight, plopping down next to Newt. He looks between the two of them as they start talking, their mouths moving quickly as they form words. His aching arms slowly move to cross over one another, he allows fear to spread over him, while scolding himself for being fearful.

Did he lose his hearing? Is this it for him? Will they leave him to die when they realize he can’t do anything anymore, he can’t even control his own words? He only pales further at his own thoughts, tears welling up in his eyes. He looks back at Frypan and Newt. Their mouths are still moving, they're still talking; is he invisible now? Can no one see him? He swipes his feet from the pressure that was above them, circling his arms around his knees. He shrinks lower, they’ve stopped talking now, they’re staring at him.

Did he say something? What did he do? Was this his fault? He takes in a deep, shuttering breath just as Minho’s previously motionless form begins to shift. He freezes, stopping his breathing as he stares at him. He would hate him as well. He’s failed everyone, this time. No one can hear him, he can’t hear them, they might as well be unable to see him too, if they can’t communicate verbally.

His throat feels clogged, swelling with the quiet words he wants to say, but he can’t find it in himself to talk as Minho sluggishly sits himself up, staring sleepily at Thomas before blinking a few times. He moves his mouth, a small smile on his face. Thomas’ whole world suddenly shatters. He would never hear his voice again, he would never hear any of their voices again. And with that, the tears start pouring down, released from their prison as they fall in thick streams, Minho staring at him in confusion. Newt gives him a look of sympathy, bowing his head only slightly as his mouth begins to move. Panic spikes inside of Thomas when he realizes this. So, he does the only thing that he can think to do.

He lets out his best attempt at a scream of ‘NO!’ and by the looks on their faces, it seems to have worked, that is what he thinks, until he feels his throat clench up and an odd warm liquid on his chin. Gingerly, he taps two of his fingers on his chin before pulling them away to observe the odd liquid. He can see Frypan make a small move to stop him before presumably sighing. He looks down at his two fingers, his eyes widening by a fraction when he sees a rich red liquid— his blood. He stares at it with eyes that are widening by the second, he’s only stopped when he feels an arm wrapping around his chest, gently pulling him into their loose hold.

Thomas fights against the welcoming hold, his teeth gritted as tears continue to race down his face like raindrops on a car window. Eventually, the person grabs his face, turning it to stare at— he and Minho stare at each other, Thomas’ expression slowly softening with his eyes as they well up with gentle tears. He can see Minho smile at him, carefully wrapping his arms around Thomas once more as he gingerly takes Thomas’ wrist, writing letters over the faint self-inflicted scars.

It’s okay

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