The Maze Runner Preference and Imagines

First time saying I love you

Newt: You guys were sitting near the walls, watching to see which runner would come back first. You always bet minho because he was the fastest runner, keeper of the runners, and not to mention your older brother. Newtwould guess Ben would come back first, but now that Thomas took his place, and Ben is well...gone..He has no one to route for. Newt always had a soft spot for Thomas, even when he messed up the hole system by becoming a runner when he just got here. You pluck a leaf off of a small plant, shredding it into small peices. Newt watches you doing this, watching as you pluck another from a different plant, and do the same thing, over, and over, and over again.
" What are you thinking?" Newt asks you, staring at the side of your face, and putting his hand ontop of yours. You shrug and look over at him, meeting his hazel eyes, you stare deep into them, almost getting lost, like his eyes are just one storm, and you get swept up in them. You tilt your eyes and look down at his right ankle, and look back up to his eyes, getting lost in the storm. A storm of emotion. Newt watches you carefully, and tries pulling his ankle up, he grunts and let's it slip down slowly. You look away from his eyes and mumble something under your breath.
"What was that love?" He asks you.
You look up at him and smile a little, and before you can say anything, he cuts you off and says " i love you "

Minho: "hey babe." Minho says, walking up behind you and grabbing your waist gently, wrapping his strong muscular arms around your delicate waist.
"Hi.."You whisper, leaning back into him, closing your eyes and letting the fresh air hit your feet. You feel him smile, and he tightens his grip around your waist. He hums a bit and starts to sway with you, you smile and let your whole body relax,putting your ful body weight on minho. Which isn't very much to him, considering he thinks you are a midget when it comes to being measured up next to him. He picks you up bridal style, and goes into your guyses hut, him setting you down onto your bed. Yawning you flip over and let the air thru the cracks of the hut hit you. You know every air spotin this hut. The door, the left side of the hut, the right corner, and the front of the hut. He chuckles at you and lays down next to you, pulling you into him, feeling every muscle in his arms. You gulp a little, trying to not get so embarrassed. He smiles and kisses your cheek, "I love when you go red ," he says "you look so cute." You smiles and hide under the blanket that was put right over your pillow. "I love you " you say.
"I know" he says back.

Thomas: you're  inside the kitchen, watching as the cooks run back and forth, trying to get ready for dinner. You wanted to help, but frypan didn't want you getting hurt, because if you did, Thomas wouldn't be very happy with him.
"Fryyyyy!" You whine, sitting on a stool away from the stoves, or anything sharp and hot. "Let me cook!" You order.
"Sorry Y/N, Your boyfriend would kill me. Just sit there and watch. Yeah?" He asks, wiping beads of sweat from his forhead.
You sigh and roll your eyes multiple times.
"Whatever..."You mumble, playing with a string that started to come out of the bottom of your shirt. The cooks go out of the kitchen and start feeding the hungry gladers of the glade. You watch from a distance and sigh. When the cooks get done, they go out and eat with the other gladers. The keepers sitting in different spots then usual. You spot Thomas, he's talking to chuck, pretending not to notice him taking most of his food. You shut the kitchen door, and pull your hair up. Standing behind the stoves, you start to cook lasagna. And then the door opens, you freeze, and your finger touches the stove top, you wince and look at your finger. It's red, and stings like no tomorrow . The person who walks in, runs to you and grabs your hand gently.
"Y/N?" He asks, looking down at you. You pull your hand away, "I'm fine Thomas." You say, putting your hand underwater and wrapping it in a bandage. You hear him sigh, and grab your waist gently, "this is exactly why I didn't want you too cook.." He says, concern laced in his voice.
"I don't need you to tell me what you didn't want me to do."You say, the tone of anger rising in your voice.
"I'm just trying to protect you." he says, anger also rising in his voice.
"I don't need you protecting me!" You yell, pulling away from him and balling up your fists.
"Yes you do! You can't even cook something without burning your damn finger!!" He yells back at you. You sigh and try to calm down. "I love you. " you say.