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Develop your answer for:
Thomas fell first, but Minho fell harder
Minho fell first, but Thomas fell harder
Thomas fell first, and Thomas fell harder
Minho fell first, and Minho fell harder
I was wrong I want canon Minho
a Minho that Thomas can't seem to make up his mind about. There are times when Thomas decides to go ahead and like Minho, and then Minho cracks one too many jokes at his expense that gets him thinking that maybe Minho's an annoying asshole after all.
A Minho that throws his body weight around because he knows nobody else could or wants to fight him, hanging off Thomas' shoulders like the annoying burden he is -- except he's warm enough for Thomas not to complain.
A Minho that worries if he's being too obvious with the way he's constantly throwing his arm around Thomas' shoulders, but just the sight of the boy makes him practically ache to feel him; touching his skin is like electricity.
A Minho that smirks and snarks and tosses jokes at a Thomas whose face is slowly dawning with realization. A Minho that's scrambling backwards on the bed, breath hitching, but he'll snark and sarcasm his way down, so fuck Thomas. He's not some weak chicken-shit bitch so there.
A Thomas that slowly realizes with growing horror that Minho can run his mouth off like a dumbass, and Thomas will still want him. In fact, he wants Minho a lot. He wants Minho's lips against his. 50 boys in the Glade, and he wants the only one he thinks he can't stand.
A Minho who breaks like a twig the moment Thomas finally closes that gap between them, a Minho who gives up his feeble attempts at laughing off Thomas' sudden intimacy in favor of Thomas' soft kiss. And a Minho who swallows dryly and chokes out one last brave joke when Thomas pulls away. Thomas rolls his eyes.
"If you weren't so fucking annoying, I would've kissed you a lot sooner."
It takes Minho a second to remember how to speak. "If you weren't so fucking ugly, I would've kissed you a lot sooner too. Still not sure about this kiss, actually."
"I can leave anytime," Thomas snaps.
"No," Minho says quickly. He mentally kicks himself at the same time Thomas blinks with surprise. "I mean- I don't- Yeah, okay. Walk out, then, shuckface. I don't care. You're the one missing out. Ask around; I'm good at what I do. And- And- And you're the one who came onto me, by the way. So don't act like-"
It takes a second kiss to shut him up. "So fucking annoying," Thomas whispers into Minho's mouth.
mwah mwah
so im rewatching maze runner again and i just think they’re adorable together alright?!
it is so important to me that Minho gains body fat in Safe Haven
Thomas is ecstatic, taking every opportunity he can to coo at and squish Minho's belly
His boyfriend is eating, his boyfriend isn't running himself to the ground, his boyfriend doesn't need to be in peak physical condition for survival, his boyfriend can relax.
It breaks Minho's confidence as he watches his body grow, quite literally, softer. It's such a crime to him because there's no room in the Glade for softness.
but Thomas doesn't care, this isn't the Glade, and he looks so happy whenever Minho lifts his shirt that Minho can't help but smile back.
although i know that thomas being close to chuck, newt, alby, and minho before the maze was technically a retcon, the fever code (especially when read right before tmr) still adds so much to the reading experience.
like, thomas arrives in the maze and looks at the crowd around him and the people he notices and describes first are those four. his entire life was gone, he was a blank slate, but his subconscious mind still sought out those he knew and loved before, the ones he considered family?????!!!!?? somehow, beyond the swipe and the fresh start, he saw them surrounded by 50 other boys and picked them out. it breaks my heart
supportive glade 😭
(Drawing for a almost dead fandom + not well known ship)
( dont follow me because i quit ♡)
idk what this is but it all makes sense in my head
Miss early 2010s dystopian sci-fi & its queer men. Media doesn't do it anymore like thominho did.
a few weeks after they arrived at the safe haven, thomas asked vince if hey have space somewhere for a graveyard. of course vince said yes and a just a few days later gally helps bulding crosses and engraving them with the names of every friend they lost. thomas and minho collect pretty seashells and rocks on their morning jogs along the beach, harriet and sonya plant the prettiest flowers they can find. and i cry real hard about it.
thominho because
I'm recycling headcanons but that's okay dw about it
illiterate Minho, you can't fucking stop me
during his brainwashing sequence, someone gets the genius idea to erase his English comprehension
because he was reading the EXIT signs and nearly succeeding in escaping
the brainwash actually causes a mild problem, and for about two weeks, he loses his ability to understand English completely and says nothing but total gibberish
when that gets tweaked, they then have to meticulously go through and erase every single memory he has of himself reading
because he was going insane trying to remember what those letters floating in his head meant
which means erasing the memory of Thomas piecing the Maze code together
which leads to erasing his memory of the Glade completely
he's not a blood bag anymore; they don't need to prey on his loyalty to the Gladers for his fear and enzymes
the less sentimental he is, the better
he used to write everything he knew about the Gladers onto his notepad, one of the few items they let him keep in his cell.
Just in case he ever forgot
the color of Newt's eyes when it caught the sunlight, the way Alby's face seemed three years younger when he smiled, Chuck's high-pitched squeak of a laugh, the way Thomas' lips felt on his
just for the cruel humor of it, the scientists let him keep his notepad
it's not like he can read it anyway
in Safe Haven, Thomas takes on the difficult job of teaching him how to read again
it takes about a year and a half to actually start learning because of how much WCKD baggage Minho has to heal from first
much to his dismay, it's the new cause of his and Thomas' arguments
at least, he would be dismayed. But getting sad was never his strong suit
when Minho feels anything, it always converts to anger
forget nightmares of scalpels and white-hot brands shaped like claws. When Minho closes his eyes, he sees fuckin' runes floating around
"I don't fucking know these fucking, goddamn letters, and I'm fucking sick of it! Fuck this! Fuck you!" he snaps, shoving the desk so hard the papers go flying. A pencil lodges itself into the soft wood pole holding up the tent.
"Minho, you're getting it! You know the alphabet, that's a massive milestone!"
"I'm not a fucking kid! Oh, I know the fucking alphabet, shit you apparently learn when you're a toddler. Except I remember fuckall from when I was a toddler because I had my brain leaking out of my skull for a year. Glad you made it out okay, WCKD's little golden boy."
Tears spring to Thomas' eyes on that last remark. "That's not fair and you know it."
"I'm not a fucking kid!" Minho yells back, too angry to be guilty. "I'm not a fucking- I'm not a test subject, Thomas!"
"No one said you were!"
"Really? Because it really feels like you're just trying to see if a loser like me can still learn this baby bullshit. Just make a graph that says I failed or something and show it to those psychiatrists I know you still talk to. I'm done with this."
Thomas is too stunned to say anything back. Minho thinks he's like WCKD? Just another doctor to cut him open and study him?
That fucking asshole-
Minho storms out of the tent with Thomas yelling at him to never come back
Jorge coaxes Minho into his tent after his particularly harsh argument with Thomas
and teaches him curse words
"These were your Glader curses," Jorge murmurs gently, scribbling shank onto a piece of paper. His handwriting is worse than Thomas' by a mile, and better than Minho's by ten.
"I don't wanna know that shit."
"Shit," Jorge repeats, writing the word as he does. "This is how you spell it."
"That letter makes an "ss" noise. Not a "shh" noise."
"Haven't gotten there with Thomas yet?" Jorge asks kindly.
Minho scowls at him. "I know my fucking alphabet. I know what sound that letter makes."
Well, being angry was always Minho's strong suit.
what better to learn than angry words?
Jorge plays him like a fiddle. He should be mad, but he's too interested to care
"This is how you write 'Fuckhead.' You can write this on a paper, add a little tape on the top, and stick it on Frypan's back the next time he puts you on dishwashing duty."
"How about 'dickface', do you think you can spell that without me? What letters do you think should be there?"
when Minho's about to leave, he suddenly dawdles
looks... embarrassed, almost
it's a good look on him, Jorge thinks
Ever since Thomas started trying to teach him how to read, he's been walking about with a permanent scowl
So quietly that Jorge almost misses it, Minho asks, "How do you write 'I'm sorry'?"
and Jorge sits down patiently at his desk
he teaches him "I love you" too
Minho didn't ask to be taught that, but he also didn't leave or say something snarky when Jorge wrote it and had him practice
Thomas gets a crudely written apology letter with some doodles on the side
for someone who spent three years sketching mazes, Minho really can't draw for shit
but he can write "I'm sorry. I love you."
Thomas' apology letter back is a revision of his curriculum
Minho can't read a single word on the list and just stares blankly
"I liked Jorge's idea of teaching you words you want to know," Thomas mumbles into the crook of Minho's shoulder as he cuddles him from behind
Minho just drinks in the feeling of Thomas' arms around him
sleeping alone is awful and cold
how he thought he could ever survive without Thomas' arms around him, he doesn't know
he spells the words "stupid fucking dumbass" in his mind
they look wrong in his head until he remembers the B in "dumbass"
speaking of which...
"I learned when two letters make one sound," he says proudly. "They're called digraphs."
then immediately realizes he sounds like a little kid, craving Thomas' approval
but Thomas' excited gasp and kiss to the back of his neck washes away whatever regret he might've had
"There's an H in your name," Minho mumbles as he slips into sleep in Thomas' warm embrace
"There's two S's in 'kiss,'" Thomas whispers to him.
Dont understand how they put in Thomas being held back by 3 people while being actively shot at all because he's trying to get to Minho when he was taken at the end of the scorch trials. Have gladers who knew Minho for longer saying that going back for Minho would be suicide and Thomas is just like "bet."
And then 15 minutes into the death cure throw in the lines "They're not going anywhere. He didn't get what he really wanted" and "look i know its Minho, but you cant ask me to put those kids on the line for one man" if they didn't want me to ship them
Like sir, they are husbands??? They will do anything for each other??? They are?? Deeply in love?
If anyone has any thominho fic recs PlEaSe throw them my way because I am unhinged about these two
short Minho but still muscular Minho
tall Thomas who's getting on some muscle but isn't nearly at the Physique his boyfriend is
just a tall, semi-lanky Thomas who's very much used to powerful arms wrapping around his waist and casually picking him up
he's very good at going limp so Minho can carry him easier
"Where are we going this time?" Thomas asks conversationally. Because he's funny like that.
Part of the joke is that he knows Minho won't respond. A little too embarrassed by what he's doing.
"You're blushingggg," he teases, and Minho grumbles out a "Shut the fuck up" as he carries him up the stairs, which just gets him another round of exaggerated giggles
Minho just wants his boyfriend near him
“It's just you and I then?”
“Yeah.”
“Not in the way we hoped for that. Is it?”
“No. It's not.”
“So we’ll just be grateful to have each other then.”
“Yeah. We will.”
Thomas absolutely MUNCHING on Minho
that man likes to CHOMP and NOM
Minho’s entire torso is littered with suspiciously mouth-shaped bruises and teeth-looking marks
Thomas loves, loves, loves to spoon Minho from behind
and to chew on his shoulder while he does it
“Hurts?” a soft voice pipes in Minho’s ear
“Nah, you’re good.”
Minho mirroring the WCKD scientists' behavior unconsciously
he says scientific jargon without realizing it. It freaks his doctors and therapist the fuck out, and it makes Thomas blink back tears
"A kiss?" Minho mumbles as he slips into bed beside Thomas. He can't help but add, "For better results? A kiss from Thomas might potentially be disorienting, should we run tests on how this affects his levels of cortisol?"
He doesn't even realize he's saying it. He just stares blankly at Thomas, his eyes glazing over as he's thrown back to memories he tries to forget
Minho doesn't suffer from night terrors. His body is so used to being woken up from nightmares & good dreams that he wakes up randomly throughout the night -- before the nightmares can get to him
besides, what plagues him isn't the nightmares. It's what's waiting for him when he wakes
Sometimes he can't see when he wakes up
His brain is convinced there are flashing lights of a scientist checking his consciousness with a handheld flashlight, and he swears can feel the straps around his arms
Because of course, how could he be so stupid to think he had fallen asleep besides Thomas that night?
When everything — his escape, his rescue, Paradise, that night when he and Thomas finally held hands, their first kiss — was so obviously just another test WCKD was running on him.
"A7 is experiencing high levels of disorientation and distress," he chokes out into his own pillow. He's thrashing.
Thomas wakes up with a jolt. "Minho-"
"Running tests on cortisol now. We'll monitor the effects this will have on his enzymes. Please compare this to subject B12."
"Minho!"
It takes some rough shaking from Thomas to get those flashing lights to leave his eyes. Minho blinks up at a tent, illuminated not by bright ceiling lights but a small candle on the nightstand. It doesn't smell like antiseptic, it smells like tangerines
Warm arms wrap around him, and Thomas presses his face into Minho's chest. "You're okay," he mumbles. "You're okay, I promise."
"Subject is... experiencing an abnormal increase in oxytocin," Minho whispers.
i dont remember what I said before about Minho gaining fat in Paradise
except for the fact that Thomas would be so happy because it represents how Minho can finally relax
and sure, Minho has a preference on what he wants to look like
he can still bulk and then cut; he can still run daily; he can still train with Gally to build muscle
but Thomas is happy to see that layer of body fat that wasn't there in the Glade
and Thomas is happy to know the fat will never leave
because for once in his life, Minho is eating enough food
isn't being served the bare minimum calories because WCKD never sends enough rations in the Box
isn't running himself to death but is instead on a healthy workout plan with Gally and Thomas (and Jorge and Brenda!)
and Thomas also loves Minho's body fat because...
"You're emasculating," Minho mutters
"Em-u-la-tor," Thomas says. He giggles and burps. And then flops over.
Minho catches Thomas' head before he can tumble off his lap completely. He wishes he had the courage to catch Thomas' hands too.
Hands that are currently kneading his sides. Thank god he's not ticklish. Just emasculated.
"Fluffy," Thomas coos. "Squishy and fluffy and cuuuuuuuute."
"I could beat you in an arm wrestle with my pinkie," Minho says. Just to make himself feel better
"I love your tummy," Thomas replies. Minho is pretty sure he didn't even hear him. "I love sleeping on your tummy. Squishy little pillow."
"Emasculating," Minho mutters quietly. He doesn't have the courage to say it louder. Thomas always gets upset when he says stupid things like that. The only reason he says it now is because Thomas is drunk, so maybe he won't hear him or won't care.
"Min-Min's tum-tum is cute-cute," Thomas says wisely
Thomas tells Minho that he also gets as ridiculous as Thomas does when he gets drunk. Minho doesn't believe him. Nobody gets as ridiculous as Thomas. It's why Minho loves him so much
"You're em-emasculating," Minho says
Thomas hears that one. He pouts. Gently pinches Minho's soft sides.
"Soft and squishy," Thomas insists, looking upset. His eyebrows knit together. Minho swallows dryly
"Yeah, yeah," he says, breaking like a twig. Thank god Gally isn't around this time. "Soft and um... and squishy."
Thomas grins. Bright as the goddamn sun. Minho swallows again.