The Maze Runner imagines/preferences (discontinued)

You're jealous of Theresa

(Thomas imagine for hoteldumort )

"How can I compete against that?" I angrily murmured to myself as I observed Theresa training with the other runners, she moved speedily and flexibly towards every warm up action, looking relaxed and free of sweat with every move. I will happily admit I.. envied her. She had all the Gladers attention when she needed it, and was respected, treated perfectly, and overall worshipped. Yes, I also admit i'm treated quite similar, but I know favouritism when I see it. Probably just because she was the first female runner here I guess, but I honestly don't know.

I angrily mumbled to myself as I sat there alone, thoughts rushing through my head like a gust of wind had blown a stack of paper down, each thought clinging onto my brain like glue. I had gotten to the point of thinking that she was ever so slowly taking away Thomas from me, but i knew that was pure paranoia, and amused myself whenever I got that idea.

I could suddenly feel firm hands around my shoulders and arms, instantly realising it was Thomas, I smirked and turned around with a giggle. "Hey, shuck face, how's my girl this morning?" Thomas smiled, nudging my shoulder playfully. "Eh, i'm good." I replied, trying my best to cover up my awkward tone, the thoughts in my head were currently enabling me to even talk to my own boyfriend. I casually sat down on the grass and crossed my legs, Thomas copying my actions in an attempt to match my height as he obviously wanted to talk.

"You've been watching Theresa for some time now, you got a crush on her or something?" he sniggered, brushing his scraggy brown hair from his eyes and messing around with the grass. I pushed him over, suprised at my own strength. "Shut up, slint head, no I don't." I snarled, I was not in the mood for jokes. "Thomas, do you have a crush on Theresa?" He half smiled, half frowned as he looked at me dead in the eyes, although I was joking, I hoped he'd realise what I was trying to say.

"Hey! What makes you say that?"
"No reason"
"I don't know, i'd say you're a bit jealous.." Thomas was laughing now and I had no idea why. What was so funny about being 'jealous'? I punched him in the arm and scowled.

"Why would I be jealous, you shank?" I snapped, the thoughts rushing around my head soon burst into flames and turned to unintentional anger. Why I was getting this angry I just don't know, I guess it's just a girly thing. Thomas was still laughing and punching him in the arm would not shut him up, my attempts failed miserably. "Alright, fine! I am slightly jealous of Theresa, so what?!" I burst out, suddenly feeling lucky that nobody other than Thomas heard my shouting. Thomas carried on laughing, and then eventually stopped with a satisfied sigh. I slowly looked to the ground in an upset manor.
"Listen, there's nothing to be jealous about, (y/n) I still adore you more than anyone, remember that, beautiful." Thomas smiled, playing with my hair. I blushed furiously as my heart beat quickened. I hugged him, pushing him over again, I still remained jealous of Theresa, but hey, I've got Thomas, and he's all I need in a place like this.

For the record.. I think she's a bit jealous of me..

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There you go, hoteldumort! I'm hoping this is what you wanted, I apologise for the soppy ending as well, I had to rush this as I'm fairly busy at the moment, but I hope you enjoyed it! c: