#safe haven (maze runner)

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

Newt | Peeta

[troyssix]

NEWTMAS NEWTMAS NEWTMAS

(books)

"newt squeezed his hand tightly"

"thomas realized how much newt meant to him"

"what's up, tommy? you look bloody great for 3 in the morning"

"i knew i'd follow you anywhere. and i have" (this is just the films ik but still)

also newt only trusting thomas with the note

also the TENSION

also newt being confirmed fruity

historians say "they were great friends" THEY WERE GAY BITCHES

[newtslvt]

In TDC film when Newt says ”We started this together, we might as well end it that way too” and then it cuts to Newt’s death where he stabs himself with the knife except Thomas remembers what Newt had said so he grabs the gun and takes his own life too. They end up both lying dead next to each other :(

[ohbluesky]

HII here’s a lil something for @thominho-week-2023!!! 

- Day 2: Road Trip

- Day 3: “I really thought I lost you”

[star--anon]

pre-Maze Minho collects the plastic knives from cafeteria meals and stores them under his bunk mattress

it's some kind of petty childish revenge. WCKD stole his life, so he's stealing their disposable knives

it's also a subconscious grasp for control, a child desperately wanting something in the world to be his.

WCKD finds out about the collection at the same time they punish him for trying to escape. Of course, they throw away the knives.

When Minho finds out about his loss, he wrecks his bed, flipping the mattress and smashing the bed frame.

he breaks both his hands doing so and hides it for two days (often collapsing in the hallways from pain). The guards don't really care that he broke his hands, but they're given strict orders to make sure every Immune eats 3 meals a day and showers (to prevent strikes from the kids), both of which Minho isn't doing because to do so would require... well.

WCKD begrudgingly heals up Minho's hands, but they keep him on minimal painkillers to teach him a lesson. They also stage loud conversations outside his hospital room about putting him back in with the Grievers.

"I'm telling you: we didn't push him hard enough. A few more rounds with the Grievers, and for longer, and he'll be much tamer for us."

Minho shuts down completely after that. Becomes the most well-behaved Immune across the board. WCKD is pleased.

in Paradise, Minho takes a liking to pocketknives. Gally sits down with him for hours and designs different models with him.

[m30wk1ttycat]

𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞

summary: it seems impossible to choose which one of the two siblings you like more. and somehow, it gets even harder when you did something not so smart. pairings: newt x reader, sonya x reader warning, this is short. sort of.

newt got the cure. you escaped, got to the safe haven alive. woohoo!! you know you should be happy, but it's kind of hard. your feelings were all over the place. almost every night, when you'd hang out with sonya, her head in your lap, you couldn't help but feel a little weird. it was always cold outside in the night, but sonya managed to make you feel - even if just a tiny bit - warm. perhaps it was the way she'd smile at you. her smile barely visible in the dark still managed to confuse you in the best way possible. it was the same with newt. one second he's playing with your hair, complimenting you, looking at the sunset, and you suddenly feel lightheaded. "y/n, are you okay? your cheeks are all red!" they'd tell you, concerned. their concern was always adorable to you. only one day, it wasn't so fun seeing them worried. you got sick after you and gally decided it'd be a fun idea to do the ice bucket challenge. it was only a harmless dare, so why were they acting like you were on your death bed? on a royal death bed, apparently. newt would constantly check up on you, and scold you - though those times when he'd call you an idiot, he never truly meant it. he was just frustrated that you'd do such a thing, even though you knew that you got ill easily. but he'd bring you snacks, and whatever you asked him to. he was basically acting like you were suffering from a terminal illness, and he was just trying to make your last wishes come true. sonya? sonya felt bad for you - so did newt, but they both showed it differently. sure, you may have had a throbbing headache, but you couldn't take her seriously - not when she was pouting when you told her you're okay after the poor girl asked you if your head hurts. and at one point, when newt came to check up on you, a bowl of soup in one hand, painkillers in the other, you two ended up falling asleep. newt was on the chair, head leaned back, his two fingers on your wrist to feel your pulse (the artful dodger reference <33). he was worried, it showed. it really did. but perhaps he was being a bit dramatic. but it was sweet of him nonetheless. sonya in the doorway looked confused seeing her older brother hold your wrist after he told you that he's never allowing you to talk to gally if this is how you end up - unwell, exhausted, suffering a horrible headache and a concerning temperature. after giggling once or twice, she stepped into the room, and sat down on the floor, watching over the both of you. oh, how you loved them both.

[patolemus]

rewatching the death cure right now. i am not coping well. i expect newtmas fix it fics in my future

[il0veaphr0dite]

ROSES & RINGS

(pictures are not mine credits to the owners)

A/N: I think this is my best written one so far, im very proud of it! I was so close to putting newts name in here but then i remembered 😞. I hope you enjoy and remember my requests are always open!

Warnings: Just fluff and Minho being a sweet boyfriend (not rlly a warning but who cares)

Word count: 1035

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It had been about 8 months since you and the others arrived at the Safe Haven. When the group arrived they all had a tough time adjusting to a new routine, including you. It was hard for everyone to forget about everything and start over from scratch.

In addition to that, Newt’s death was very miserable. His death affected Thomas and Minho the most, they were the trio that helped you and the rest of the gladers escape the maze, and WICKED.

When the group first arrived you all quickly got to work on building huts. Unlike the glade, the island has fewer jobs. The most popular being Builders Doctors, Gardners.

You chose to work in the gardens mostly because you like to be hands-on, working outside is also a bonus since you didn't want to be stuck inside for hours.

On the other hand, Minho works as a builder. You don't really know why but it's not like there's a job as a runner.

The sun was beginning to set when you made your way back to you and Minho’s hut when you were stopped by Brenda. She was walking towards you with a smile on her face.

“Minho said to meet him at the beach,” She spoke before quickly running away.

You stand there confused but you dismiss the behavior.

You headed to the hut first to get cleaned up before you went to the beach.

You walked to the beach not knowing what to expect, but now that you had time to look back on the day you noticed that Brenda wasn't the only one acting weird.

Sonya, who worked with you in the gardens, had been smiling at you a lot and kept asking you what you were doing today.

Now that you noticed all the weird behavior, one question was now in your head.

What do they know that they're not telling you?

That question led you to think about Minho.

Why does he want you to meet him at the beach?

You two would typically meet in your hut and talk about your day before dozing off to sleep but today was different.

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You finally made it to the beach, shoving your thoughts to the back of your head.

Your eyes had been trained on your feet while you were deep in thought but when you finally looked up, you saw a blanket on the sand with two plates of food and two glasses full of what you assumed was juice.

Next to the blanket was Minho.

His hair was done nicely and he was dressed neatly in black pants and a clean white shirt, holding a bouquet of roses, your favorite.

You were amazed, stunned.

You then realize you hadn't said anything since you saw him, you walk towards him wrapping your arms around his neck.

His arms instantly wrap around your waist. You take a moment to admire everything he'd done for you.

You pulled away reluctantly.

“What is all this?”

“I thought we could have a little date to get our minds off things,” he spoke, handing the flowers to you followed by a kiss on the cheek.

He led you to the blanket, a few steps away from him. He sits down, holding his hand out for you.

You take it, sitting down next to him on the blanket.

“I wasn't expecting this..” you said, setting down the flowers.

“That’s because I made sure you didn't find out.”

“I was actually suspicious of Sonya and Brenda.”

He looked at you waiting for you to continue.

“They were acting weird, Sonya kept smiling at me and asking me what I was doing today.” you laughed.

“I only told them so they could help me plan this,” he said, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

“I guess even someone as amazing as you would need

help sometimes”

“I do need help on rare occasions such as this one”

You laugh nodding your head, you feel eyes on you.

You raised your head to look at Minho but he already staring at you, smiling.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

You turned away, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Of those 8 months you were here you and Minho had dated for 7 of those months. You could easily said those were the best 7 months of your life.

Minho was the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for. Throughout the day he would occasionally come to the gardens to check on you.

He's very touchy (which you love), he always gives you hugs and kisses and well the point is he's an amazing boyfriend.

Minho convinces you to take your shoes off and go into the edge of the water.

“Minho stop!” you said between laughter. He wouldn't stop splashing you with water.

You made a joke and now you regret it as you are being sprayed with water.

After a while, you were starting to get tired.

“I'm going to sit down for a second,” you said walking to the blanket.

“Hold on, you have something in your hair,” he said, stopping you.

“What? Where?” you go to touch your hair but Minho stops you.

He walks up to you “I got it,” he says.

You wait for him to take it out but you don't feel anything.

“Did you get it?”

No response.

“Minho?”

No response.

You turn around to see Minho on one knee holding up a ring.

You were speechless.

“Y/N, From the moment I asked you out to right now I have grown more in love with you each moment of every day. You're the most beautiful woman in the world and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and with that, I want to ask you one question.”

Tears threaten to leave your eyes

“Y/N, Will you marry me?”

You begin nodding your head rapidly.

“Yes!” you finally let out.

You put your hand out as he puts the ring on your finger.

As soon as he stands up you tackle him into a hug.

“I love you so much,” he whispers into your ear.

“I love you too,” you say, kissing his cheek.

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[maze-mind]

I may be single, but my brain is taken by them ♡

[gladerscake]

Gally: I don't understand people who justify cheating by saying they were drunk.

Gally: When I'm drunk, I just keep asking Y/N to marry me again.

[newtsmas]

i fucking love maze runner tumblr you guys are so fucking cool and awesome sauce. i fucking love maze runner ao3 too you guys are so nice and creative i want to give you all a big fat smooch on the forehead. best fandom ive been in by FAR

[moonysgoldenstar]

guysssss WHAT i just realised its “safe haven” NOT SAFE HEAVEN I-

after all these years i read it as heaven 😭😭 in my defence, i read the books in spanish and I’ve only read the first book in english so

BUT ITS SAFE HAVEN

[thepersassiest]

strong - thominewt

the chubby!minho safe haven fic that we all needed <3

When Thomas had awoken in the box and been thrown into life in the Glade, he couldn’t have even dreamed up a life like the one he was living now. The air was fresher, the sun didn't scorch his skin, the food was never scarce, and the constant torture and fight for survival that had previously dominated his life had ceased entirely. Thomas and Minho had been reunited with Newt (blood on the knife - don’t ask.) and the three of them had begun building a future together in their Safe Haven. They hadn’t taken the time to define their relationship, but they didn’t need to. Thomas knew how he felt about his two best friends, and knew that they loved him and each other all the same. Nothing could change that, despite how much their lives had changed in the last year.

One of the most significant changes, however, had been in Minho. Thomas remembered the first time he noticed a change in the older boy’s physique. It had been a quiet morning, the three of them lounging in the sun outside of their small house. Newt had cooked them breakfast, a hearty meal of eggs, bacon, fruit, and fresh bread. Minho had eaten in slight excess, as he often did, but Thomas noticed how his friend’s muscular frame had softened. There was a small, yet undeniable, swell to his belly.

Thomas was beyond ecstatic. He had no trouble remembering how Minho had been around food when they had first arrived at the Safe Haven. How thin and weak the boy had been from months of living in captivity with WCKED. How his appetite was small, and he could often barely keep his food down. Even once he was able to eat, his mental state was so bad that he hardly wanted to. It took their reunion with Newt and months of coaxing to get Minho eating comfortably the way he was now, and Thomas couldn't get enough.

"So handsome." He would often tease, his hand resting on Minho's softened stomach as he leaned in to steal a kiss, never shying away from pointing out the boy’s weight gain. Every chance he got, he would reach out and touch Minho's belly, marveling at the softness. He loved the way it felt under his hands, how it rounded under his palm, and gave a little when he pressed into it. It was a constant, tangible reminder that they were safe, that Minho didn't have to run himself into the ground anymore.

Minho's face would always turn a little red, but Thomas could see the corner of his lips twitch into a smile. "Slim it," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words.

read the full fic on ao3:

inspired by this post:

[newtslvt]

In the Safe Haven Thomas would carve up wooden dolls and make little figurines as an homage to Chuck, maybe even teach the children how to make them too

[majycka]

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[star--anon]

I'm bored, let's talk papa!Jorge crocheting

Jorge crochets.

Something to do with his hands that isn't spilling blood, he says.

He struggles at night, he struggles with sleep, he struggles with alcohol, he struggles with the memories that won't go away

He openly admits to this, even if he is secretly very ashamed, because he wants the kids to see a battle-scarred, hardened warrior openly admit to this

He sees Minho struggling too.

They struggle for different reasons, but no matter. They can struggle together.

So one day, he teaches Minho how to crochet.

Minho never really gets the hang of it to do anything like make stuffed duckies

such as the gifts that Jorge makes for him

but sometimes he sits beside Jorge, and while Jorge makes an intricate blanket, he makes a line of single crochets

At first, he uses Jorge's practice yarn because he's not doing anything important and doesn't want to waste Jorge's high-quality yarn

Jorge insists that he peruse through his entire collection of yarn and pick out his favorite color to use.

Minho tries to unravel the line once he's done, and Jorge gently takes it out of his hands before he can.

Minho shrugs and lets him. He figures Jorge unravels it when he's not looking, since he is using Jorge's good yarn, after all. He figures Jorge doesn't do anything with it.

Jorge hangs them from the ceiling of his tent.

The longest lines, he keeps above his bed. So he can look up at them while he sleeps.

He's especially fond of a particular line that was so long, he had to pin multiple midsections to the ceiling to keep it from touching the floor.

The length of every line tells him how long his son sat by him, quietly crocheting.