Fandom Imagines/Preferences

The Maze Runner Preferences *First Impressions*

Thomas: You had butterflies around Thomas. Alby had awarded you the honor of showing the new greenie around the Glade, much to your displeasure. This was a sort of "punishment" for your most recent escapade: you had stolen Minho and Alby's clothes while they were in the shower as a small joke. As recompense for your childish antics, you were being forced to show the new greenie around the Glade. When you first met the poor boy, you blinked in surprise. He was actually very handsome, and you could feel a warmth rise to your cheeks. He was taller than you by quite a bit, and he was rather built...you caught yourself staring before you reluctantly looked away, blushing. His confused look softened when he saw you and you gave him a small, welcoming smile, your stomach fluttering as he smiled back. Suddenly, Alby's punishment didn't seem like such a bad idea.

Newt: It was love at first sight. Well, for you at least. Your first few hours in the Glade were spent in the box, panicked and utterly terrified that you had been thrown head first into living hell by whoever the shucking Creators were. You had felt hopeless, deflated, and horribly lost. Then, you met Newt. After what felt like an eternity of sobbing, the sun was suddenly blocked by a slim figure of a boy who looked down at you with kind eyes. You were suddenly taken back, hurriedly drying your tears with trembling hands in an attempt to look less like a wuss. Newt offered you his hand and you hesitantly took it, stepping out of the box for the first time since your arrival. He offered you a comforting smile, giving your shaking hand a friendly squeeze. He was beautiful in every sense of the word, from his beautiful blonde hair down to his well worn shoes. As you two began your long awaited tour of the Maze you snuck constant glances at the Brit, heart pounding in your chest. You knew everything would be ok.

Minho: You became quick friends with Minho. You two shared the same sense of dry humor, the same charisma. You even had the same philosophy on life in the Glade: It shucking sucked. Before long, you and Minho had become practically inseparable, and after much persuasion, Minho had gotten you the glorified position of Runner along side him and Ben. Minho was the one Glader you felt completely yourself with, and you weren't afraid that he'd try and take advantage of you because you were a girl. You had a mutual respect for each other, and Minho knew that if he ever did anything out of line, you wouldn't hesitate to hurt him.

Gally: You hated each other. From the moment you had entered the Glade, you and Gally were constantly on each other's case, quick to instigate a fight or insult each other at the drop of a hat. It had all started when they opened that stupid box. You can imagine their surprise when they found a teenage girl staring back at them. Gally was immediately skeptical of you, and whenever something didn't go as planned, you were to blame. Frypan's dinner was served a bit later than usual? You must've been distracting him. The fruit went bad? Must've been your fault. The sun set at night? The firewood wouldn't light quick enough? He got a splinter? All your fault. You couldn't stand Gally; He was sexist, obnoxious, and just plain bossy. And yet, despite the hundreds of things you despised about him, you secretly wished it was different. For some inexplicable reason...you wished things between the two of you would change for the better...