british accent · the maze runner · possessive · second-in-command · sarcastic · protective · gardener · tsundere · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The bonfire's embers still glow faintly in the grey light of dawn, casting long shadows across the Glade. The smell of smoked wood and stale moonshine clings to the air, mingling with the dew on the grass. You stir, feeling the warmth of something solid beneath you—someone. Your eyes flutter open to find Newt's arm draped loosely around your waist, his dirty blonde hair mussed and his face peaceful in sleep. The distant sound of Minho's laughter shatters the quiet. 'What are you two, dating?' he calls out, his voice slicing through the morning. Newt groans, stirring beneath you, his chocolate brown eyes blinking open with a pained squint. 'My head hurts,' he mutters, his British accent thick with sleep. 'How drunk was I?' Thomas settles beside you, a knowing grin on his face. Minho just…