#safe haven

hiding the solo yarnaby under here LOL

people theorized 1006 was elliot, which was recently disproven in the chapter 4 tape where poppy refers to elliot as her dad and wishes he were there. in the same tape she addresses prototype as a completely different person. also recall that elliot died in the 90s, meanwhile prototype met theo in 1989. so yeah, they aren't the same person

I've also seen people say rich is prototype, which cannot be true either. in a ch4 tape he speaks to one of the employees under his supervision. the kid mentions his coworkers joking about him going missing. before the bbi, it would not make sense for this to be a common rumor at the company, which means this tape had to happen after harley was hired in 1990; at a time when the company would have a reason to silence people

prototype existed in 1989 at the minimum, but considering he says "it's always been about you and me" to poppy, he's likely the prototype of HER. she's elliots daughter, she died in the 60s, meaning prototype was probably created around that time as well.

this means that rich can't be the prototype because he was human long after prototype was made

if you want my take on who prototype truly is, i'd say his identity doesn't necessarily matter. i don't mean to say his origins aren't important, just that his name and specific role in the past probably doesn't mean anything in the long run. i've never believed he was elliot or rich, and maybe in the future i'll be proven wrong but for now i'll tell you the theory i've had since june of last year

elliot's daughter dies in the 60s. he divorced his wife in 1930, so his daughter is probably in her 30s when she dies. she gets sick or injured, maybe she's actively dying or already dead by the time elliot begins his research. he looks for ways to bring her back, but it doesn't work on the rats (as he mentioned a note in the 2nd chapter)

so what does he do? he tries it on something bigger as he said he would: a human. of course he's not going to try this experimental method on his own daughter, even if she's already dead, so he finds someone else to use it on. we know that elliot wasn't evil or anything, so it's unlikely he killed anybody to use for the experiment. considering the orphanage isn't open yet (it opened in the 70s, not the 60s), prototype probably wasn't an orphan child either. if i run with my simple version of the theory, elliot may have dug up a body in a graveyard and used that. maybe a fresh one, who knows. he tried it, it worked, then he revived his daughter with the same method.

this is likely what harley wanted to know about in the chapter 3 tape (the "i learn something new about you every day" one), and also what prototype is asking harley to figure out in the ch4 tape they're both in. in that case, sawyer never actually figured out how to revive people with the poppy substance. sure, he can transfer people into the toys, but he can't bring anybody back to life

more reason to believe prototype and poppy are of the same "batch" is because it seems they are the only two who don't need food. it's outright stated about him in the ch1 trailer, and insinuated with her saying the "toys will starve otherwise" when she's talking about how nasty them eating humans is. she refers to them, not herself. her and prototype are probably the only 2 who were ever brought back from the dead, which circles back around to his monologue and gives meaning to the "it's always been about you and me, poppy. what we are". when i heard him say that i felt like my theory was lowk confirmed 😭😭

Bobby “Pins”- Resident nurse of safe haven. Does daily check-ups on each toy and is probably the only toy that can convince Doey to take a break. Is in charge of Safe Haven when Doey is not around.

Catnap- Doey found him all torn up near the Ferris wheel. He’s been luckily patched up by Safe Haven’s “medical center”. He doesn’t like being seen with his patches, so he covers himself up with a quilt. Usually sleeps most of the time.

Sunny Huggy and Kissy Kissy- Sunny Huggy (Sunny) and Kissy Kissy (KiKi) are just two of the many mini Huggies and Kissies that reside around Safe Haven. Playtime Co. released a bunch of seasonal Huggies and Kissies during the factories production around the 70s up until the 90s.

Wicked Chicken- This Wicked Chicken is also one of the many shopkeepers around Safe Haven. He sells a bunch of knickknacks and doodads (anything that Doey finds and brings in). “No one can beat these WICKED prices”.

The fire glowed bright and big, lighting up the dark beach and illuminating the faces of everyone around. Vince stood down on the sand, looking up at the survivors sat around him, voice hopeful and happy. "We have come a long way together. So many have sacrified so much to make this place possible. Your friends.." Newt looked around at the people surrounding him, greatful for every single one. 

Thomas for getting him the cure on time. Minho for fighting to keep him alive. Brenda and Gally for helping with the break in and break out. And you for being there every step of the way, and never once losing belief in the perfect life they all wished to have. Because this was it. This was the perfect life, WCKD was gone forever, they were far away from anything called an infection, and they were safe.

"And your family," Vance continued, but Newt wasn't listening anymore. He couldn't. Ever since he'd been given the cure, his mind had been consumed with you and only you. He'd tasted death, knew what it was like to lose yourself, and still, all he really wanted was you. From the second he'd met you in the mountains and you had come rushing over to help him and his friends, he had known he wanted you. Now nothing could stand in his way. 

Everyone had moved now, some people splitting off to the side with their own groups of friends, while the majority moved down and sat around a mini fire.

You were with your friends, the ones you've had ever since your time in the glade, and the new ones you've made while on your journey to freedom. It was all finally perfect.

You were sandwiched between Harriet and Aris, all of you laughing at Minho as he acted out one of the many arguments Thomas and Gally had. 

"And then bam! Thomas is on the floor. He was so confident we were kidnapping him, I actually considered letting him go into the maze just to have some peace again!" Minho was stood, arms outstretched and moving around rapidly, Gally trying to pull him down to sit and Thomas bent over in his own laughter. 

You laughed too, caught up in the story, when you felt a hand on your shoulder pulling you back. When you turned around the laughter slightly left your face seeing Newt standing behind you, hands clasped in front of him. Immediately you stand up, concern on your face. "Newt! Are you okay?" He smiles and nods, opening his mouth and hesitating slightly. "Yeah-yeah I'm good, I was just wondering- if you wanted to go on a little walk with me?"

You furrow your brows slightly in confusion, but smile at him and nod anyway, excusing yourself from your friends and stepping over the log you sat on. He stretched his arm out, and instinctively you took it, hand curling around his bicep.

You and Newt had been relatively close ever since you met. He was cute, funny, and had a very charming character. But you were just friends. Unfortunately.

It didn’t help that you were his designated doctor, always around him and touching him, helping him with his recovery.

He led you away from the group, down towards the beach where you walked across the shore, water coming close but never touching your feet. The night was nice, quiet. And the fear you used to feel near all those who were infected didn’t exist here. Instead you get to fall asleep to the sound of crackling fire and wake up to the waves rushing up the beach. 

It's silent for a few minutes, both just walking with no destination in mind. But curiosity killed the cat, and you halted to a stop. "So, Newt. Are you okay, what's up?"

Newt stopped too, turning to face you and scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah I'm okay.” He paused, suddenly unsure with himself.

Hand still around his bicep, you step the tiniest bit closer, head tilting, big round eyes blinking up at him.

“Are you sure? Do you need to go back?”

He nods, then shakes his head quickly. “No- I’m okay really I don’t need to go back, thank you.”

You smile, shaking your own head, “no need to thank me, it’s my job. And besides, I like taking care of you.”

He inhales slightly. Now or never.

“Can I tell you something?” He’s confident now, straightening his back. You take your hand off his arm and step back slightly, a bit confused as to what’s going on, but nod nonetheless, pulling your jacket closer to your body and crossing your arms.

He takes a deep breath, and the next words that come out his mouth were not ones you were expecting. “I like you. Like, a lot. Matter of fact I love you. I think I’ve loved you since the day I met you. I love how you care for everyone, especially me. I love how you’re kind and caring and compassionate and have never, not since I’ve known you, given up hope. You’re the most beautiful girl I know, and I can’t live another day without-”

He’s cut off abruptly, because suddenly you’re not stood in front of him anymore, instead you’re on your tiptoes, hands holding his face, lips pressed tightly against his.

He doesn’t waste a single second, his hands immediately coming down and circling your waist, pulling you closer to his body so that your chest to chest.

It’s not the way you imagined it to be. This whole… experience. There weren’t fireworks and sparkles, instead you felt full, happy.

Newt, the man you’ve been talking about to anyone who’ll listen, has just spilled his heart out to you. Newt, who you cried over when you thought was gone, was here, hands on you, loving you.

And you loved him back.

You pull away from the kiss, breathless and heart pounding, and he looks so beautiful. Hair messy from the wind, eyes big and bright, lips pink and plump. “I love you.” You reply, voice a whisper, but echoing in the silence surrounding you. You’re pretty sure your still close enough for someone to see you, but you don’t care, not when you’re in his arms, his eyes looking at you like you’re the only important thing in the world in this second.

“I love you so much, and I’m so happy I’m here with you. I love you.”

This time it’s him that leans back into the kiss, but it’s softer now. Instead of a declaration, it’s confirmation. Conformation that’s you’re both here right now, in this moment, with each other.

And you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Things had escalated relatively quickly after that. The soft kisses turned messy, hands wandering. Yours to the back of his head, pulling at his hair. His down your waist, gripping your ass and pulling your body flush against his.

The previously buried feelings of desire and need came to surface, and you didn't want to stop.

He's pushing you further down the beach, hands still wandering and grabbing, and you can hear your friends laughter become more distant, the big fire out of sight, leaving you in complete darkness. Now only the sounds of heavy breathing and wet kisses filled the air.

Everything is moving too quickly, your brain struggled to keep up due to the lack of oxygen in your body. All you know is that one second your standing and kissing, and the next your laying on the sand, his lips on your neck.

Nothing about this was slow, neither of you taking a second to collect your thoughts and move through it slowly.

Instead he’s pulling off your clothes harshly, and you’re suddenly unbothered by the slight cold, your own hands reaching out to push his jacket off him, then to unbuckle his belt as he pushes your top up over your breasts. The wind hits you harshly, but your body’s hot, back arching off the floor and heat building up in your core. You don’t bother to take his shirt off, instead pushing his trousers down his legs while he pulls yours off with your panties and throws them next to you on the sand.

He grabs the back of your knees and spreads your legs, pulling you closer so your wet cunt made direct contact with his clothed cock, then his lips are back on yours, hands on either side of your head caging you in as your arms wrap around his neck. He grinds his cock into you and you both gasp, a soft groan leaving his lips at the friction. He’s hard to the point it hurts, and you both need release now, but he can’t get enough of you.

One of his hands slides down your body and nestles between your thighs, fingers circling and teasing your clit while his lips move down your jaw and neck, before peppering light kisses across your breasts.

You’re completely breathless, head thrown back as he slides a finger into your hole, moans getting loader. His finger pumps in and out of a you a few times, thumb pressed firmly on your clit only slightly moving side to side. Then he’s getting off of you completely .

You open your mouth to protest, but your words get caught in your throat when you watch him pull his boxers down and his hard cock springs out against his stomach.

And what a sight it was.

He hisses as the cold air hits it, goosebumps raising on his skin, but he only delays for a second before he’s leaning over you again and lining himself up with your clenching cunt, the need to be filled overwhelming.

But then he’s in, and it’s fast and it’s messy and it’s load as you both moan, his head buried in your neck and yours over his shoulder.

Newt stills for a second, two, then he’s pulling himself out until only the tip of his dick is in you, right before slamming back in. “Oh-fuck.” You moan, legs shaking. He repeats the action again, getting the same reaction of you, and his hips settle into a pleasuring rhythm. In, out, in, out, your moans only getting louder as he grunts and bites at your neck.

He’s whispering in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are and how great you’re being for him, taking him like a good girl. Your legs move to wrap and around his waist and suddenly he’s hitting a spot he didn’t have access to before, and your brain goes haywire.

You’re a moaning mess as you clench around him and squeeze his cock, his thrusts losing their rhythm and he’s doing everything to make you cum, hand reaching between you to rub and pinch at your clit in hopes of making you release first. He thrusts into you harder and you can feel his dick twitching, but you lose focus on him very quickly when the build up in your core becomes to much and finally snaps, pussy clenching tight around him and back arching off the ground. “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

He thrusts in and out of you a few more times before he pulls out and spills his seed all over your stomach, chest rising and falling heavily, body shaking and glistening with sweat.

To him, this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked. Fucked out and covered in his cum, neck covered in hickeys and cheeks pink.

He reaches down to kiss you softly as you both come down from your highs.

“I love you.” He whispers into your lips, resting his forehead against yours.