The Maze Runner Preferences

You Take Him Shopping

A/N: This was suggested by @AMKandTheGang . I still love this suggestion so much and it was so fun to write. The dress for Thomas' one is linked above.

Gally:

He'd spent the whole time watching other guys, making sure they weren't looking at you for too long. When you emerged from the changing room wearing a rather skimpy dress, his eyes widened and he pushed you back into the room and shut the curtain.

"Gally, what are you doing?"

"Are you crazy, Y/N? You can't wear that!"

"What? Yes I can! What do you mean?"

Gally stared at you, racking his brain to come up with an excuse that didn't make him sound controlling.

"Because...because...it's not your colour!"

You smirked.

"Gally, since when have you known anything about my colour?"

Gally stared down at the floor, knowing you'd caught on to his little act.

"Don't be jealous, Gal. Even if forty other guys are into me- which, I assure you, they're not- my eyes are for you only."

Gally looked back up at you and smiled before pressing his lips to yours.

"And I'm getting the dress," you added. "It's half price."

Minho:

"Can we go now?"

You'd been shopping for hours, and Minho hadn't stopped whining from the second you'd entered the mall. You'd had enough.

"Fine, Minho. We can go," you said, making no effort to hide your eye roll.

"Great!"

Minho grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the clothes shop, practically running through the crowds to make his way out.

"Minho, slow down!" you yelled, in between apologising to people for bumping into them.

Minho stopped in his tracks and you ploughed straight into him, banging your nose against his shoulder.

"Ow! Minho, I said 'slow' down, not 'stop without warning!'"

You pulled away, rubbing your nose, to see what he was staring at.

Victoria's Secret.

A smirk crept onto Minho's face as he turned to raise his eyebrows at you.

"No. No, we are not doing that. You wanted to leave, remember?"

"And you wanted to stay. I'm granting you that wish."

Minho started pulling you towards the shop, and you didn't resist.

"Sounds more like you're granting your own kind of wish to me."

Minho just laughed, "C'mon, it'll be fun!"

You laughed too. Maybe this way you could convince Minho to come shopping with you more often...

Newt:

You tried on a pair of dark blue jeans and stepped out of the changing room to show Newt. He was sitting on 'the boyfriend chair', looking entirely unamused.

"Well, what do you think?"

Newt cocked his head at you, his face devoid of any expression other than complete boredom.

"I think they're jeans. I think the last twelve pairs were jeans too."

"Very observant, Mr Newton. I mean, do you like them?"

"Yes, Y/N. I've liked every pair."

You heaved a sigh in exasperation.

"Well, I can't buy them all, Newt. You're not being very helpful. I need to pick one pair."

"Well then bloody pick that pair and let's go!"

Your jaw dropped.

"Well, aren't you just a bundle of fun today?"

Newt sighed, resting his head in his hands. He ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he spoke into his lap. "I'm just tired s'all."

You walked forward and cupped his chin with your hands, crouching down to reach his eye level.

"No, I'm sorry, Newt. I got carried away. I told you we'd leave hours ago."

Newt frowned at you, blinking once.

"C'mon," you said, standing up again. "Let's go. I'll just buy these ones and we can go home and watch a movie. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," he grinned, jumping up with unforeseen energy to peck your lips.

As you changed out of your jeans, you realised how lucky you were to have a boyfriend who only got impatient after six hours of waiting for you outside of changing rooms. It would have to be his favourite movie tonight.

Thomas:

"What about this one?"

"Thomas, I'm looking for a dress, not a t-shirt."

You rummaged for a little longer.

"What about this one?"

You turned to see.

"Thomas, I'll say it again. A dress. Not a hat."

Some more rummaging.

"This one?"

"Thomas, that's a shucking hamburger! Where did you get that? This is a clothes shop!"

You marched over to another rack of clothing, sifting through it to find a dress nice enough to wear to Minho's wedding. It had to be fairly simple, not too extravagant, yet somehow be elegant all in one.

"How about this?"

"Thomas, for the last time-"

You stopped abruptly when you saw what he was holding. It was a gorgeous dress. Light blue with a beautiful floral pattern, its fabric cascading all the way down to the floor. Perfect for a summer wedding.

"It's- it's perfect, Thomas. Where did you find it?"

Thomas smirked.

"I saw it on the way in. I knew you'd love it, but I thought I'd annoy you for a bit first, just in case. To make it seem even better."

"Well, I wasn't going to wear a hamburger."

"You would still look beautiful even if you did."

"You're just saying that because I'd be practically naked."

"Exactly."