#alby/thomas

[its-tea-time-darling]

rare pairs:

(I haven't looked thru what's already been sent so do forgive me if one of them has already been done)

harriet/frypan

sonya/zart

brenda/zart

thomas/alby

and that's all... for now (my app timer for tumblr is very nearly up for the day so tomorrow you get more lol)

fry/harriet

intriguing!!!!

badass girl + bestest boyfriend who cooks her warm nourishing meals after she's been out saving the world my beloved.

big fan of frypan being an awkward blushing mess + harriet chatting + flirting him up

+ he's all 'do u think she likes me or' at his friends and they flip tables and leave bc she literally asked you if you wanted to go out with her fry

sonya/zart

track hoes unite ;-)

apart from that i think that beyond their genuine good heartedness and fondness for soft + yellow things and plants they'd be SO full of bullshit joked + shenanigans.

literally everyone groaning begging them to stop 'beINg FuNnY' but they're rolling on the floor laughing bc they think they're so hilarious.

big fan of them getting together via notes. 'hey' - 'hey' - ' i like you' - 😳

brenda/zart

zart woos her by bringing her a particularly beautiful potato. to everyone's surprise, it works.

alby/thomas

looooooooooooooooooooooooove thomas and alby!!!!!!!!!!!

i think alby was really damn impressed with the skills + wit thomas showed, and if they had more time (😭) that really could have blossomed into something beautiful.

i think it would have been extremely interesting to see them both leading the group in tandem. thomas has this insane hero 'need to protect everyone' complex, which alby totally has, too.

they could've leaned on each other that way, and together found ways to handle and lead the group. (this last part is a bit more movie based)

[troyssix]

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[mssorceressupreme]

Saviour | Minho x Reader

Summary: the gladers pull a prank on you, stealing your clothes while you’re showering, leaving you stranded there with nothing at all. Minho accidentally walks in on you, and you ask him for a favour.

Warnings: mild bullying/teasing

——

The hot water felt like a rare luxury, washing away the grime and exhaustion from your time in the glade. Being the newest member, or greenie, as they called you, meant that every day was a new challenge, full of unfamiliar faces and daunting tasks.

The shower was the only place where you could find a moment of peace, especially since you were the only girl.

You had just finished lathering up and rinsing off when you heard faint giggles and whispers outside. You dismissed it, assuming it was just some of the boys messing around.

But as you turned off the water and reached for your clothes from the shared clothing rack outside, panic set in. The rack was empty. Your clothes were gone.

All that was left was a tiny towel which you brought with you inside the shower. And it was barely enough to cover you.

Given that it was only boys in the glade before you arrived, there wasn’t a need for shower hooks or racks inside the shower, as most of them wandered around freely without a single care, grabbing their clothes from the shared rack outside the shower station and proceeding with their day as usual.

Your heart ached as you clutched the towel around yourself. There was no way you could step out like this. You were stuck, anxious and scared, not knowing what to do.

Minutes ticked by, and your mind was a whirl of panic and embarrassment. You were so caught up in fear that you didn’t hear the door open.

Minho opened the door, a white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his well-carved and defined abs. You knew that being a runner meant that he was fit, but wow, he was truly fit.

“Ah-I’m in here—” you shouted, voice trembling. Moving to the corner of the shower to distance yourself from Minho.

Minho froze, his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment as he saw you without any apparel except for the tiny towel, “Oh, uh, sorry! I didn’t think anyone was in here.” He turned around, closing the door.

“Wait—please, don’t go!” You pleaded, desperately.

Though this was your first time properly interacting with Minho, you felt that he was someone you could trust.

You saw Minho come to a halt outside from the opening beneath the shower door, his feet facing towards the door now, “You need something?” His voice curious, a hint of concern.

“Someone stole my clothes, and I can’t leave like this—please, I feel so humiliated…” you felt a lump in your throat, eyes welling up from this situation, honestly, it was a combination of emotions making you feel on the verge of tears. The feeling of being in this new unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people was petrifying.

Realisation dawned on Minho, and he frowned. On his way back from the maze, he recalled a group of gladers running around and sniggering, carrying clothes that seemed a bit too small for them. “Stay right here. I’ll handle this.”

He left the shower station and you sank to the floor. Clutching the tiny towel around you.

Moments later, you heard Minho’s voice, angry and authoritative, echoing through the compound.

“Hey! Get back here, you shanks!”

Through the small hole in the shower, you saw Minho, dripping wet, chasing after a group of gladers. His towel was barely holding on, his muscular build flexing as his ran. Despite your predicament, you couldn’t help but admire him.

“If you ever pull something like that again, I’ll have Alby put you guys in the pit! And if you’re still not careful, banished.” He was stern, no glimmer of kindness.

Though he wasn’t first or second in command, the gladers held Minho highly. His position as keeper of the runners was much respected, especially since it would be him, of all people, finding the way out for you. It was no easy job, even you knew he was someone important when Newt explained who Minho was before you even saw him.

A few minutes later, Minho knocked on the door, “Still here greenie?”

You slowly opened the door, reaching your hand out to grab your clothes from him. His face was flushed, a mix of anger and exertion, “Here,” he said, as he handed them to you. “I’m sorry about those shuckheads. It won’t happen again.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, “I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “I’ll wait outside to make sure no one bothers you.”

You quickly dressed, feeling a mix of gratitude and something else you couldn’t quite identify.

When you stepped out, Minho was leaning against the wall, his eyes scanning the area protectively.

“Thank you Minho,” you said again, feeling the need to express my gratitude. The awkwardness from earlier became a foreign feeling, for some reason, it was comforting to be in his presence despite him seeing you cloth-less just now.

“It’s no problem,” he replied gently, “We look out for each other here. I’ll make sure no one messes with you again.”

You shared a moment of silence. A sweet but short gaze into those warm brown eyes of his, before he cleared his throat.

“Well uh, I better clean up before the builders hog the stalls, but catch you at dinner?” Minho smiled.

“Oh yeah right—yeah, see you at dinner!” You jogged off.

——

Dinner time arrived in a matter of moments. It was a chaotic affair with everyone crowding into the dining hall, laughing and talking loudly.

You scanned the room and spotted Minho, who waved over to with him and the other runners. Relief warned over you as you made your way through the crowd to his side.

For the first time you had someone to sit with, it felt nice to have a friend.

We barely settled into our seats when a group of boys approached our table, the same ones who had pulled the prank earlier.

“Need your boyfriend to get your clothes for you again?” One of them sneered. “Want him to serve you dinner too?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks as they laughed, their teasing hitting a sore spot. Being the only girl in the glade was hard enough without their torment.

Minho’s expression darkened, and he stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor which darted most of the attention towards him, “You better shut up before I make you,” he gritted his teeth.

He had no idea where this sudden protective instinct was coming from, especially since you barely know each other, but he felt the overwhelming urge to protect you.

The laughter stopped abruptly as the boys realised that Minho was serious. Tension crackled in the air and for a moment, it seemed like a fight was inevitable.

They stood face to face, Minho’s fist tightening as he clenched his jaw.

Just then, Alby and Newt appeared, quickly moving to pull Minho back. “Calm down, Minho.” Alby said firmly, placing a hand on his chest.

“Yeah they’re not worth it,” you added, stepping forward to calm him. You placed a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch.

Minho looked down at you, his anger slowly dissipating. He let out a frustrated sigh and allowed himself to be guided back to his seat. The boys, seeing they were outnumbered, backed off, muttering under their breaths.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly once you were seated again.

“Yeah, I just hate seeing them treat you like that. If they weren’t so lucky, they’d be banished by now.” Minho replied, his eyes smouldering with residual anger. “I just don’t want anyone hurting you.”

You held your breath, before placing your hand on his, both of you jolting slightly at the contact of your hands, it was an all too familiar touch. You smiled softly at him.

His protectiveness touched you deeply. Despite the touch exterior, there was a kindness in him that made you feel safe.

“Can I stay with you for the rest of the evening?” You asked hesitantly, “I just…I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Minho nodded, a small but assuring smile, “Of course.”

The rest of the evening, you grabbed dinner and found a quiet spot away from the others. You talked, shared stories, and slowly, a bond began to form between you.

Minho’s presence was a comfort, and the more time you spent with him, the more you realised how much you liked him. Could this friendship turn into something more? You wondered.

As the night wore on, and the glade fell silent, Minho walked you back to your hammock. “Thank you for today,” you looked up at him with an appreciative smile, you truly did not know what you would have done without him.

“Anytime greenie,” he replied, a warm smile playing on his lips, “I’ll always be here for you.”

[crazyhappycat]

Minho: I Heard you and Newt got together

Thomas: Yes, He’s wondeful

Minho: Break his heart, I’ll kill you

Thomas:

Gally: So the Greenie got himself a boyfriend?

Thomas: Why do you care Gally?

Gally: I have known Newt for three years. Break his heart, I kill you

Thomas:

Frypan: Congratulations in being a runner, Thomas. I’m sure Newt is happy for you

Newt: He’s more worried than happy

Frypan: He’s worried because he loves you. Break his heart, I’ll poison your food

Thomas:

At a meeting:

Thomas: Just to make things clear, if I break Newt’s heart, who here is gonna kill me?

Everyvone: *Raises their hand*

Thomas:

Thomas: Really?

Alby: Newt has been more happy since you two got together

Thomas: I know. And he makes me happy too

Alby: Break his heart, I-

Thomas: You’ll kill me? Get in Line

[shoobie-doobie]

A collection of Maze Runner text posts (featuring Newtmas)

[newyorksecrets]

Part 2 !! Thank you to @ermdotorg for giving me the app name LMAO 💖

I changed a few of the pfp pics after scavenging Pinterest and I think I like them better. also the font is bold bc idk how to change it LMAO

[law-autumnbow]

Shuck it I'll just post everything at once

all self-made

[madieflaw]

part 6🌛

[xnewtiebooty]

Xjfmdklskxkz Thomas NOT THE TIME

[minhoneysposts]

Me and my friends came up with a cringey phrase for different maze runner characters that we can see them saying and i felt the need to share some of them because we were pissing ourselves so here u go:

Minho: "Get a load of this guy"

Newt: "That really grinds my gears"

Thomas: "I've had it up to here with you"

Gally: "Look what the cat dragged in"

Chuck: "Holy guacamole"

Alby: "Do you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way pal"

Brenda: "This isn't my first rodeo"

Teresa: "Let that sink in"

Jorge: "Well, someone's not happy" (specifically when someone starts crying)

pls add any ones for people i missed (like jeff, clint, sonya, etc) or suggest other ones that could suit them more 😭😭😭

[bookskiver]

Tmr characters at school (in my humble opinion):

Newt minho and gally are a trio in PE

Gally takes the sports way too seriously he defo shouts at other students, looking like a tomato by the end of the lesson

Minho is once again just there for a good time. He's effortlessly good at all sports whilst simultaneously caring about none of them (except running of course (and for some reason i feel hockey)) he's the pe teachers fav and for that reason he can get out of any trouble, he defo uses this to his advantage. Also... he gets girls (it's me I am girls)

Newt is just the chill version of minho, does not give two shits about sports but is really good at all of them, hes mainly there to mess around with minho.

When he gets his limp minho is AGGRESSIVELY PROTECTIVE if anyone makes fun of newt he will "accidentally" shove them to the ground and make them eat a mouthful of AstroTurf

And he doesn't get in trouble bc he's the favourite lol

Newt also gets girls... but he doesn't want them he wants the awkward art and theatre kid doodling in the corner of the classroom THOMAS GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE

Thomas outside of school is a certified yapper, but in school, he is sworn to a vow of silence

Newt always chooses him first in PE because he doesn't want thomas to be the last one chosen (and also because he wants to watch thomas do sports newt I know what you are)

Teresa is straight A's and works really hard for them, she's all the teachers favorite and all the students least favorite (they're just jealous teresa 🙄🙄🙄) she has an academic rival (not romantic please😭) and that person isssssssss drum roll please.........

Frypan 💀

And frypan has no idea about this rivalry. He is effortlessly smart, does not revise, and occasionally bunks but still gets all A's. He's also chill with everyone at the school and can keep up a convo with anyone

And teresa gets PISSED

In her mind frypan is out to get her and hates her guts when really he barely knows of her existence

Chuck cannot catch a break bro

He's a year 7, been there less than a year and has been pelted with a panini on more than one occasion (wonder who would do that GALLY)

He cannot leave the cantine without his food being smacked to the ground

Wherever chuck walks, an spilled pot of pasta follows (GALLY)

He sits in the art room with thomas and yaps away whilst thomas draws (he's not technically allowed in there bc he's not an art student, but the teacher feels bad for him)

Alby is a beast at english. He doesn't talk to anyone, not bc he's shy but bc he doesn't fucking like them. Alot of the younger years think he's a teacher

Brenda is top set PE

She's also super into PE theory but doesn't like that class as much bc there's not that many girls in it and she wants to make some more girl friends bc SHES SICK AND TIRED OF THE PICK ME ALLEGATIONS AT THIS SCHOOL

She gets them bc her friends are mainly men (she hangs out with the newt minho gally group) so people just assume she's "not like other girls"

But then she gets into a HEATED debate in English about feminism and people lay off

Sonya INCREDIBLE at art hangs out with thomas alot people think they're dating when really he's dating her brother HAHAHAHA

[thegladescameragirl]

THE GLADE’S CAMERA GIRL.

Chapter #2, The Only Girl.

POV: THOMAS

What is this place?"

He shifted on his feet for a moment before extending his hand toward me. "Let me show you." He smiled.

I began to reach out, my fingers hesitating mid-air, when a blood-curdling scream tore through the silence like a blade. My breath hitched, my heart lurching in my chest as the sound clawed at my ears. For a moment, it was as though time froze—my skin prickling, stomach twisting with an instinctive dread. Both of us froze, heads snapping toward the sound.

"Shit, Greenie," Alby muttered before sprinting toward the source, a few other boys following suit. Those who weren't already at the Med-hut joined the commotion. Alby left the pit's entrance open, and curiosity got the better of me. I slipped outside, pushing past the crowd. Shouts and clattering echoed through in the hut, the chaos growing louder as I shoved my way forward.

Once through the wall of boys, I saw her. The girl from earlier. She was wide-eyed and frantic, hurling whatever objects she could get her hands on at the approaching boys.

"Where am I?! Who are you people?! Did you kidnap me?!" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger and fear. She launched a tin bowl at Alby, who was trying to approach her calmly with his hands raised in surrender.

"What the hell happened?" Alby demanded, stepping back slightly to avoid another projectile.

Jeff, I presume, hunched behind one of the bunks, shouted over the ruckus, "She freaked out as soon as we woke her up! I swear, we didn't do anything!"

"What do you want with me?!" she demanded, her voice breaking as her gaze darted between the boys.

"Listen, lady, you're acting crazy right now—" said a tall, broad-shouldered boy with dark hair and a sharp jawline. His annoyed expression stood out, his cocky attitude clear in his stance, but the girl was quicker. Her hands patted her pockets frantically before pulling out a small switchblade. The sight of the blade froze the room, tension thick as she swung it in front of her in warning.

Gasps and whispers could be heard around the room as the circle of boys expanded, moving to get farther away from the blade.

"Hey, hey," I stepped forward cautiously, palms up in mock surrender. "Just calm down, okay?"

"Why am I here?!" she snapped, cutting me off, the blade now trembling but still aimed directly at me. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to show weakness.

I hesitated, my mouth opening and closing as I struggled to answer.

"Look," Alby interrupted, moving beside me, his hands still raised. "None of us know why we're here. Not me, not him, not anybody. We're in the same boat, alright? Now, if you put that thing down, we can talk this out like normal people. I promise, no one's going to hurt you."

Her grip on the blade tightened, her knuckles whitening as though the blade were the only thing tethering her to reality. Thomas couldn't help but notice the way her eyes darted across the room—not just looking for danger, but searching for something, someone, familiar. There was a raw desperation there, a mixture of fear and defiance that he couldn't quite place. She wasn't like the others; she wasn't just afraid. She was ready—ready to fight, to survive, even if the odds were stacked against her. "Where are the other girls?" she asked, her voice quieter but no less urgent.

The room fell into an uneasy silence. Finally, Alby spoke, his tone firm but kind. "There are none."

She blinked, her face paling. "What?"

"There are no other girls here," Alby repeated. "You're the only one."

Her gaze dropped to the floor, her breathing shallow as she processed his words. No other girls. Just her.

In that moment of distraction, the tall, broad-shouldered boy moved. He lunged forward, locking her arms behind her back in one swift motion. The blade clattered to the ground as she thrashed and kicked, her screams cutting through the stunned silence.

"Help me out here!" he shouted, struggling to keep hold of her.

A few other boys rushed forward to assist, some grabbing her arms while others weren't so lucky, finding themselves on the receiving end of a well-placed kick to the chest. It took several of the boys to subdue her, but eventually, they managed to hold her still.

"What now?" a smaller boy with curly hair asked from the doorway, his wiry frame leaning against the wooden post, a smug grin plastered on his face like he was enjoying the chaos.

"Tie her up. Arms and legs," Alby ordered.

Thomas flinched at the command, an uneasy knot forming in his stomach. The words felt wrong somehow—cold, maybe even cruel. He glanced at the girl, her chest heaving as she fought to stay defiant despite her obvious fear. She didn't deserve this—not really. But what other choice did they have?

The tall boy holding her glanced at Alby and groaned. "Really? Fine, i don't care. Someone grab the rope."

A runner—a wiry, tan boy drenched in sweat, his shirt sticking to his back—appeared into the hut suddenly, a question already on his face. "What'd I miss?" His partner behind him peering at the trashed room, as he panted, resting his hands on his knees.

"Minho, help 'em out," Alby barked, ignoring the boy's question.

The tan boy—Minho, I guessed—shrugged and moved toward the struggling girl like it was nothing new. Her arms and legs were already tied together, but that didn't stop her from thrashing wildly as he approached. Without much effort, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder, her muffled protests breaking through the chaos. He smirked, seemingly unfazed by the ordeal. "Guess I came back at the right time." 

The girl screamed in protest, pounding her fists against Minho's back. "Put me down! Let me go!"

"Quit moving," Minho muttered as he carried her toward the Pole in the center of the grassy area, where Alby was already leading the way. I trailed behind, my unease growing with every step. I still didn't understand this place, or why this was happening.

When we reached the Pole—a thick wooden beam standing about eight feet tall—the group stopped.

"Tie her up. Tight enough to keep her down, but not enough to hurt her," Alby instructed firmly.

One of the boys ran off and returned moments later with a coil of rope. Minho set her down while the broad-shouldered boy and a few others quickly worked to secure her wrists and ankles. She glared daggers at anyone who met her eyes, her breathing ragged with frustration and fear.

When they stepped back, she shouted, her voice hoarse. "You can't just leave me here!"

Alby crouched to meet her gaze, his tone steady and calm. "We're not leaving you here for long. But until we're sure you're not gonna hurt anyone—or yourself—this is how it's gotta be. You'll get food, water, whatever you need. But we need to trust each other to survive here, alright?"

She didn't respond, her jaw clenched as tears of frustration filled her eyes.

I hesitated before stepping forward. "What's your name?" I asked softly.

She paused for a long moment before finally whispering, "_____."

"Alright, _____," Alby said, straightening up. "Let's start over. We're all in this together, whether we like it or not. Just give it some time. You'll see."

As the crowd began to disperse, I lingered for a moment. My eyes met hers, and I swallowed hard. "You're gonna be okay," I said quietly, though I wasn't sure I believed it myself.

With that, I turned to follow the others, but my feet felt heavy, as if each step pulled at the knot twisting in my stomach. I glanced back over my shoulder, catching the way her gaze darted across the Glade—confusion and disbelief etched into her expression. She looked so small against the vastness of the strange world she'd been dropped into, and for a brief moment, I wondered what she was thinking, what she was feeling. Did she hate us already? Did she think we were monsters? The thought lingered as I turned away again, forcing myself to follow the others, even as her glare burned into my back. I hesitated briefly, turning just enough to meet her eyes again. "I'll come back for you," I promised quietly, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I wasn't sure what I meant, or how I'd keep that promise, but it felt important to say. Her expression flickered—confusion, distrust, and maybe something softer—before I forced myself to keep walking.

___________

Another chapter in!��

Can't wait till people actually start reading it!!!

I took some time on it, writing and double checking for errors or things I wanted to change but, yeah! Reader's introduction!!!

[t0astybear]

building the glade in minecraft is my life now

[glader-heaven]

Something that breaks my heart is how so incredibly sweet Minho was before they tortured him. (to teach the supply closet friends a lesson for sneaking out of the compound they strapped everyone to a chair and let a griever in to almost kill them. And then made Thomas watch.)

The first thing Minho did to Thomas was walk over and give him a hug!! Like literally wrapped him in a huge hug!! 😭 And then when they get forced to walk into the crank pit he literally says, “Alby I’m scared, hold my hand.” HE WAS SO PHYSICALLY AFFECTIONATE AND SWEET!!! HE WAS SO LOVING!! WICKED I want to see you crash and burn for everything you did to my boys

[crazyhappycat]

Thomas: This one over here is Chuck.

Thomas: That’s Zart.

Thomas: The one over there is Clint, he Always wants to amputate.

Thomas: Beside Clint is Jeff.

Thomas: And over there is Alby

Brenda: *standing confused in the graveyard*

[waste-land-babey]

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