The Maze Runner Preferences & Imagines

You're Shy Around The Other Gladers

Credit: isaacnewt0n

Minho: "How much would you bet you can get her to talk?" Gally says with a sneer.

Minho had been watching you since you got here, helping you figure things out, even though you barely said more than a word a day. You were sitting at an empty table, picking at your eggs with a hard look on your face.

Minho grinned before replying "Half your dinner for a whole shucking month."

Gally glared at you before pushing Minho over to where you were, Minho shuffled awkwardly before plopping down in the empty spot next to yours. He cracked a devilish smile before pinching your side, earning a shocked "What the hell!?" from you.

"I made a bet with that ugly shank", Minho says, pointing towards Gally, "That I could get you to talk. So, what's your name?"

Your mouth drops open in shock, but for some reason, the cocky boy satin front of you made you smile, so you answered him "Y/N."

"That's your meals for a week you piece of klunk!" Minho shouts before walking away.

Thomas: "I just don't get how she's managed to go a whole week without saying a word to me!" Minho and Thomas were sat across from each other in the dining hall, both having a little time before they had to get back to work.

"She's been talking to me just fine." Thomas's cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you walk over.

You were very shy, especially in a place like this, where you were the only girl. You hadn't talked to anyone except for Newt. You didn't know why, but something about the blonde boy seemed trustworthy, and you liked to go with your gut.

You sat down next to him and smiled before taking an apple off of the table in front of you. You listened to Newt and Minho's conversation, occasionally making little sounds to show your approval.

"Y/N! Why won't you talk to me?" It was really bugging the runner that he couldn't get a word out of you, while Thomas could get a whole conversation.

"Because she'd rather talk to me." Thomas says, and you nod in approval.

Newt: You didn't know why, but Newt understood you more than any of the other boys in the glade. He was funny, kind, and just a genuinely nice guy.

He had been looking out for you since you got to the glade, making sure you were comfortable and warm at night. He would make sure you were the first one in the kitchen at mealtime, and you two always had something to talk about.

At the moment, you were shivering in your sleeping bag, wanting to stay away from all of the boys. Newt noticed you though, as he had noticed you all week.

"Are you cold love?" He asks, worry lacing his voice.

You adored it when he called you love, it always sent the warm fuzzies through your body. You shifted to face him, and nodded your head yes. "Freezing," You say, your teeth chattering.

He frowns slightly, before crouching down beside you. "You think there's room for two in there?" he says, before quickly realizing how forward it sounded. "I mean- only if you want to."

"No, it'd keep us both warm." You say with a smile.

Newt slips under the blankets and drapes his arm over your side and you snuggle into his lean frame. He smelled pleasantly like wood and sweat, a surprisingly nice combination.

Before either of you knew it, you were both breathing evenly, falling asleep cuddled close to each other.