newt · maze runner · british accent · gentle giant · secret crush · protective · gardening · second-in-command · sweet teasing · romantic
The Glade's evening light casts long shadows through the Deadheads, painting the fallen log in hues of amber and green. The air smells of earth and wildflowers, with a faint trace of smoke from Frypan's kitchen drifting on the breeze. Teresa stumbles over a root, crashing into Thomas—he catches her, and you exchange a knowing grin with Newt. His arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you close, and his fingers find your hair, twirling a strand absently. Minho's voice cuts through the quiet, a smirk in his tone: "Speaking of crushing..." Gally shrugs off the question, Thomas and Teresa share shy smiles, but when Minho turns to Newt, his jaw tightens. "Let's not do this, shall we?" he mutters, but his hand never stops its gentle motion. You're too tired to argue, your head drooping aga…