The Maze Runner Preferences/Imagines

Just A Little Protective - Thomas

"Please," you whined for the third or forth time. Alby shook his head, just like he had in response to the other two or three tries. "Please," you said, sharper than before. You were getting impatient. He could at least let you try out. "C'mon, Alby. You and I both know I'm no good at being a Builder. I don't even know why you made me one. At least let Minho test me to see if I'm good enough to be a Runner."

Alby sighed, turning away from the work he was doing to give you a harsh glare that made you realise how impatient he was as well. "We made you a Builder and you're going to stay a Builder. Now get back to work," he said tiredly.

You huffed. "Pleeeeeaaaasssseeee," you whined louder than you had been the other times. That was when Alby chose to flip out.

He let out an angered groan stared at you with the most anger and irritation you'd ever seen. And there'd been a lot of times where Alby had been irritated. "If you don't get back to work now I'll throw you in the Slammer for the rest of the day."

"That's a little counterproductive, don't you think?"

Alby let out a strangled cry of frustration. You were persistent, and you wouldn't stop until he at least gave you a chance.

A second later, Thomas, one of your closest friends, and a Runner at that, walked into the Homestead. Your eyes lit up as soon as you saw him, and he glanced between you and Alby in confusion. "What's all the yelling about?"

"Thomas!" you yelled enthusiastically, which was probably the opposite of an answer. You rushed over to him and pulled him over to Alby by the arm. He reluctantly followed, very well knowing he was about to be pulled into something he didn't want to be a part of. "Please tell Alby I'd make a great Runner."

At that, Thomas's face changed to a look of awkward sympathy. You blinked confusedly, as Thomas began to play with his hands. "Actually, I, uh, I don't really think you... would be," he said slowly.

You paused for a few moments, wondering why he'd say something like that. He knew you were a fast runner, and that you hated being a Builder. "Why... Why not?" you asked quietly.

"I just don't think it's a good idea."

"See, there, it's settled. You're staying a Builder. Now, get back to work," Alby said quickly, before ushering the both of you out the door.

As soon as you were out of the Homestead, Thomas turned to you. He tried to say something, justify himself, but you weren't having any of it. You pursed your lips together and shook your head, before walking away.

"Y/N, wait!" Thomas called out. You heard him come up behind you, but you didn't slow down. You weren't sure where you were headed, but anywhere was better than the place where you were just embarrassed. "I'm sorry!" he yelled.

You turned around, glaring at him as if you wanted him six feet under, and at that moment, you wouldn't be surprised if you buried him yourself. "You knew how much I wanted to be a Runner. Every night, Thomas, I told you every night."

"That doesn't mean I wanted you to be one!" he defended, throwing his hands in the air and then dropping them back down to his sides.

"You know how much I hate being a Builder; they always tease me and criticise everything I do. I want to be a Runner, why is that such a bad thing?"

Thomas walked a little closer to you. "I just don't want anything happening to you. I don't want you to get hurt."

"No matter what job I have, there's always a chance I'll get hurt." You crossed your arms over your chest as Thomas continued to cautiously step over to you, like you were a bomb about to blow up.

You turned around and walked away, but Thomas still wasn't done. You could hear him still behind you, following you. As persistent as you were, he was just as. "Not like you could out there. There are Grievers out there. You've seen what they can do."

"They only come out at night," you said knowingly.

"And what happens if you lose your way and get trapped in the Maze overnight, huh? What then?"

"I'm not some little child, okay? I can handle myself out there," you said, refusing to turn around.

Thomas walked a little faster to catch up. "Y/N, please, just stop walking to the goddamn doors!"

You stopped in your tracks, and looked around to where you were. Without even realising it, you'd walked yourself over to the exact place you both had been talking about. In front of you was the entrance to the Maze, the two sides of the split stone standing high over your head.

Thomas came up behind you so that he was standing on your right. You stared at the entrance as if in a daze. You were swayed, you couldn't deny that. It was definitely scary-looking, but you still wanted to see more.

"I just want to be a Runner," you said in a voice so quiet it would almost be considered a whisper.

You turned and looked at Thomas, suddenly realising how close to you he actually was. "And I want to see you stay safe," he said, cocking his head to the side.

As if it were possible, he moved even closer, and pressed his forehead to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat. This was the closest you'd ever been to Thomas, your best-friend. But you admit, even when he pressed his lips to yours, you didn't pull away at all.

You were fully aware that there were probably a crowd of other Gladers around, doing their work and seeing you both, but at that point, you didn't care. All you cared about was the way your arms came up around his neck and his around waist.

It wasn't long, but it felt like forever before his hand came up to your cheek and pulled you both away from each other. But he didn't move away, your noses still brushing and your breath and taste still hot on each other's mouths.

Even though you'd been temporarily distracted, you smiled at Thomas and patted him on the cheek lightly. You leaned in, whispering in his ear, "I still wanna be a Runner."

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