the thominho library

Minho had stepped away from the larger pack of people and stood facing them when they finally made it. His arms were folded, his clothes filthy, his hair greasy, his face still showing signs of his burns. But somehow he was smiling. Thomas couldn’t believe how good it felt to see that smirky grin again.

another repost from before the great deletion.

thominho long distance relationship au. 1925 words.

~*~

They went to high school together. Thomas moved to town in sophomore year and after one incident of nearly running Newt over during track, it had been like he was always there. Truthfully, and probably more than a little soppy, Minho thought that nothing was quite as good as it was when Thomas was now one of them (he had told Thomas that once, in the dim light of the early morning, and he had laughed and called him a sap before he pressed him into the sheets and kissed him).

They started dating that summer, although Frypan would tell him that they were dating long before then – “you two were just too dumb to actually admit it,” he had chided, “now, would you stop moping and go make up? You’re killing me here.” (Minho remembered that the fight hadn’t even been that bad, it had been something about Teresa and Brenda that had ended with Thomas huffing and saying that he was going to go comfort his friend and “you can stay there to be a grumpy arsehole for all I care”. Stubbornly, Minho had refused to do as Thomas had said and gone to Frypan’s for comfort food. It was well worth the lecture he got on how pathetic he was).

It was like they had always been ‘Minho-and-Thomas’ – Beth called them Thominho affectionately, and Thomas had preened that his name went first, showed off about it for weeks as if he had won a fight that hadn’t even been happening – and Minho liked it that way. He supposed he lived in a bubble where everything would stay the same, nothing would change, because why would he want anything to change? Not when he had a home, friends, his Thomas, a part time job that he loved. He was happy, contented, but at their age, staying exactly where you are wasn’t always an option.

College, he hadn’t wanted to think about it. Nope, uh-huh, not happening, no he was going to be seventeen forever, that’s how this worked. But ignoring it didn’t make it stop, like Minho had secretly hoped it would. If anything, it made it seem like it was speeding up.

another fic from before the deletion! (i couldn’t remember what i called this fic, the document was legit saved as ‘accidentally sad thominho fic whoops’)

nsfw. thominho in paradise. post the death cure.

~*~

Minho kisses like he needs it, is desperate for it. Hands coarse from fighting, from surviving, but certain on Thomas’ skin. They burn and sear and leave the flesh behind too sensitive to bear. Thomas cannot tell Minho this though, words that seemed to have too much weight sticking to his tongue to make room for the easily escaping moans.

Minho seems pleased by them though, wide smiles that made his eyes crease at the sides and dimples cut into his cheeks. His nails scrap, and Thomas shivers. He laughs, and does it again until Thomas is grumbling out complaints. “Hurry up,” he urges. Minho palliates with a murmur of apology that sounds anything but sorry, and soft kisses that hurt more than his hands.

Again, something he will never tell. He has grown used to that type of pain, could just lean back and let it overwhelm him. He could keen into it, tremble under it, beg for it. He does so and Minho whispers promises that Thomas knows the boy will never break.

Thomas trusts in that, has done since the maze, which seemed like a lifetime ago. So much blood had been split, so much he had been the cause of. The thoughts creep back and Thomas shuts them down firmly by angling Minho’s face so it’s easier to kiss. It’s why they do this, right, because it helps them forget.

“Wait, don’t just–”

And then Minho’s hands were in his hair, nails scraping his scalp, and their lips were rough and raw against one another - a festering wound ripped back open, a stark, blatant, unholy baptism of two absolutes that neither of them had the heart to deny - it was evident in that kiss. 

Thomas hit the concrete wall, his jacket rucked up around his midsection, heavy boots scuffling against the dirty alley floor. The smoke from his cigarette clogged his mouth, coating his tongue with ash. Minho was burnt to the core, swallowing puffs of Thomas’ cinders between each hurried breath he stole as their lips worked against each other.

Hands. Narrow fingers, calloused palms, slender wrists, all wrapped up in the soft cotton of Minho’s long-sleeved shirt. They crawled, cold, like heavy, splintered tree branches against Minho’s stomach, then his chest, gripped the round bones of his rib cage, and pulled him in.

“Don’t what?” Thomas snapped, his hands slipping from beneath Minho’s shirt to grip his face, incapable of surrendering to his own childish stubbornness. His voice, slathered in poison, was muffled by another open mouthed kiss, heated and broken and too sad to be romantic. 

Chestnut eyes narrowed as Minho held Thomas’ hips, nails digging in like shards of glass just passed his waist. He was as smooth as a chipped piece of ice, freezing cold and sliding right out of his grip.

It was a feeling Minho was used to by now.

“Don’t just leave like that. It’s every time Thomas, every single time! I find you, we do this, you leave. I go home, you’re there, we do this again, you leave. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be Paradise!”

“It was supposed to be a lot of things,” Thomas grumbled. His fingers falling slack against the hood of Minho’s sweatshirt. 

if you ship newtmas, it’s okay.

if you ship minewt, have fun.

but for the love of every science, please please please don’t tag your ship with thominho. Thominho is a very small ship and we hardly get any posts just about thominho as it is. I understand thominewt, but other than that, please don’t.

u bet your butt i can

Now that 2015 is coming to an end I’ve been thinking about making a top 20 fic rec for a for all the 2015 thominho fics as voted by the shippers.  To make you guys super involved in the process it would be cool if you submit fic you think should make the list to me. The cirtieria for the fic you submit is fairly simply. It can be any type, genre, etc. of fic as long as it started in 2015(can be still on going) or it has completed in 2015.

please send your favorite fics here  let me know you are submitting for the thominho 2015 top fic rec somewhere in the message and the site it’s found on

THE DEADLINE TO SUBMIT FICS TO ME IS JANUARY 1. I will then compile those fic into an online poll and everyone can vote for their favorites there from January 1-8. Then I will make a fir rec list based on those votes a few days after I tally the votes.