One Shots

The Maze Runner- Minho X Reader- Dead Griever

Minho quickly drunk the water Alby had given him.
"What is it?" you asked. You were fairly certain you hadn't seen him like this after running for a while.
"I found a dead one," he said. "A dead Griever."

Immediately, you believed him. Why wouldn't you? He had no reason to lie and you trusted him.

Alby, on the other hand, was reluctant. It hadn't happened before and Alby didn't understand why it was happening now. Everyone had the general idea that it was something to do with Thomas' arrival.

Even though Alby was reluctant to believe Minho was telling the truth, he started asking more detailed questions about the skin and the spikes on the Griever's body.
"Are you sure it's dead?"
"I'm not touching one of those things," said Minho, his face scrunching up in disgust.
"We'll go and look at it after wake-up tomorrow," Alby decided.

Minho looked relieved. "(Y/n), want to come and eat some nasty casserole with me?"
You would have said yes but wasn't he supposed to go back out and run? "You're not going back out there?"
"No way," he said while shaking his head.
"I guess I'll join you in eating some casserole then," you said.

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After wake-up the next day, you found Minho by the doors, waiting for Alby.
"I'm going to come with you," you told him.
"What? No."
"Why not?" you asked. "Alby isn't even here yet, if you go any later, it'll take ages and risk getting stuck out there."

When Alby didn't show up, Minho reluctantly headed off into the Maze with you.

The Griever was an odd blob with some of the spikes sticking out.
"It hasn't moved overnight," he said. Cautiously, you kicked it (it was closer to poking it with your foot) and it didn't move.
"Do you think we'll be able to drag it back?"
Minho shook his head. "Not the two of us."

Without any warning, the Griever moved, one of it's arms reached out, stabbing the needle on the end of it through your trousers and into your leg. You stumbled but tried to run away from the Griever. Minho grabbed your arm and started dragging you away.

You kept running, even with the burning pain in your leg that was spreading and getting worse. Eventually, Minho carried you piggy-back style as far as he could.

The doors were right in front of you both and a horrible grinding noise hit your ears as the doors started to close. Minho stopped, finally giving up.
"Since we're probably not going to see tomorrow," said Minho, sighing as he turned to you. "I love you. I wish I had made you stay behind."

You weren't sure what to say.

"I love you too," you said. You were pale and it felt like you were going to die anyway. "But you have to save yourself."
Minho shook his head. "No."
"No point in both of us dying."

But while you had been sort of arguing, the doors had shut. And Thomas was on the wrong side of them.

This is for Mrs_Laufeyson22, I hope you liked it, I wasn't sure how/where to end it. :)