The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

How He Asks You Out

Thomas: He walks up to you, looking rather nervous. He finally reaches you after pausing about a dozen times. "Uh, you okay Thomas?" You say. "Yeah, yeah, I just um need to ask you something." You look at him curiously as he scratches the back of his neck. "What is it?" I tell him as he seems to get even more nervous. Whatever it was seemed to really be bothering him. "Um... Will you, maybe, go out with me?" I smile at his awkwardness and say, "Of course I will, Thomas." He looks up at you like a eight year old on Christmas. "You will?!" You laugh and nod at him, as he pulls you into a kiss.

Newt: You've gotten yourself in trouble, again, for picking a fight with another Glader. It wasn't even your fault, you though. He was being a jerk so you just told him off, but Alby took it the wrong way, as usual. "You should probably stop getting in trouble all the time." Newt says, as he brings you to the Slammer. You roll your eyes and say, "It wasn't even my fault." He scoffs. "Yeah, alright." You don't say anything else as you climb into the cell and sit down in the boring old chair. "I'll have someone bring you some dinner later." He says. "Alright." You say. "And don't try anything. You'll just be in here longer." He informs. You sigh and then reply to him, "Okay I get it. You can go now. "Alright but one more thing." You raise your eyebrows at him. "Wanna go out sometime or something?" You stare at him for a second before replying, "Oh uh... Yeah I guess." He smiles a little and walks away, leaving you in the Slammer.

Minho: You're leaning on a tree, looking around the Glade. "Hey, Y/N." Someone says behind you. You spin around, scared half to death, as you see Minho smirking and leaning on another tree close to the one you're leaning on. "God, Minho, you scared me." You say catching your breath. He laughs a little and says, "Yeah, uh, hey wanna go out with me?" You think about it for a second and say, "Yeah, uh, hey no..." He looks a little disappointed and says, "W-what?" You smirk and say, "I'm just joking you loser." His face lightens up a little bit. "So you'll...?" I sigh. "Yes I'll go out with you." He smiles and says, "Yesss..." You laugh a little and he walks away casually, a smile planted on his face.

Gally: You sit down on the ground, waiting for Gally to come around to sit with you. You two have been talking off and on and trying to get to know each other and at least be friends. He walks up, fidgeting with his hands and trying not to show any awkwardness. "Uh, um, Y/N?" He asks. You look at him. "Yeah, Gally?" He sits down next to me, not making eye contact with you. He looks at you and says, "Um will you go out with me?" You waste no time and nod your head. You almost seem embarrassed about how straight forward the answer is. He laughs a little at your embarrassment. You can't believe that you're dating Gally but you love it.