"“Hi Newt! How was your summer, dude? I haven’t seen you since your party.” Thomas nearly yells, way too excitedly for this early in the morning. Newt doesn't really know how to answer that question seeing as it has been one of the worst summers of his life" + written by vavfree on ao3
Minho and Newt... In love in the normal world. Both in last year of high school. And this is a little bit sexual. Some strong language maybe. I own nothing. And I hope you ship Minewt. XO! I love y'all!
With only one name left on the list of non immune gladers, Thomas' wish comes true and Newt is spared. But you can't spare someone and not have to sacrifice another. Not with Wicked. Minho is slowly going mad but is determined to stay strong as the gladers try to live a normal life out in the scorch. Newt loves a bo...
This story is set in the third book when Newt and Minho are cuddling under the blanket that someone draped over them. What happens when they wake up?
"Honestly, Thomas, I'm all for marriage equality in all states. I'm shucking bi, you know that. But this parade? It's really boring." Whined Minho for at least the seventieth time that day. That was, at least, until he met the blonde angel that he just HAD to get his attention. One-shot, Minewt mainly and Thomally. or...
"Please Tommy, Please." Newt whispers as Thomas pushes his way through the last gap of the maze walls, lost forever, in Newts eyes. Thomas, the shuck Greenie. He had only been here for less then a week and now he's gone for good. Newt just started to accept him into the Glade; as a real glader. All of the gladers star...
Summary: Friends can be found in the strangest places...like detention. When Newt, Minho, Thomas, and Teresa, students at Glade high, all end up in the same detention, they become best friends...this will be interesting.
They were out of the Scorch. In custody of WICKED. They all thought they were safe, that they now would get the cure for the Flare. But that wasn't the case. WICKED had other plans for them. This book starts with the plot of the Death Cure. Trigger warning, please be warned and take caution. Listen to 'Monsters' by T...
"So, Newton… How's it going?" "What the hell do you want, Park?" "You dated Gally, right?" "Yeah. What's it to you?" "I want to go out with him." Newt choked on his root beer. One-shot, Minewt and Thomally, with mentions of Nally and Minally. High School AU.
"I love you." Minho whispered into Newt's ear, as if somehow the boy would hear him. As if those three words that have never been said would fix everything. "I love you, I love you, I love you." Minho chanted, shaking Newt's limp body with each 'I love you.' Warning: major character death and SPOILERS
"Hey, Min?" Newt asked breathlessly, pulling his lips away from his needy boyfriend’s. "Yeah?" Minho said impatiently, a hint of a whine in his tone. Newt almost laughed. Honestly, Minho couldn't go through a class period without pinning him against a wall and making out with him. "Have you realized how there's bare...
[Currently: #98 minewt-story] - This is a fanfiction/plot twist for The Death Cure (written by James Dashner) so all cred goes to him, I only own the idea for this plot twist. This contains the original version of the plot twist that I wrote back in 2015 and a revised version wirtten January 2018. Hope you'll like it ♥
“See, you can’t keep coming up with different ideas, you’ll get tired of this one day. I’m a mess Minho. You can’t help me, so just drop it, don’t waste your time with me.” OR au where Newt self harms and Minho kisses his scars and draws butterflies on his wrists to stop him.
OKAY so I understand that Newt came up into the maze with the original Gladers but I thought it would be interesting to write from his point of view as the new guy. So, I guess we'll see what happens. Just so it's clear, this is not Minewt. Also, I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors.
He was broken. They were stuck here and there was no way of getting out. He tried to hide it with a smile. Fool everyone into believing that he was okay. But he wasn't; and he will never be. (Has mentions of suicide and depression, lovelies. So read with caution. You're all beautiful)
