TMR one shots/preferences

He gets jealous

A/N: All credit goes to James Dashner, except for Y/N. Y/N means Your Name

A/N: I'm not the most active at publishing, so the updates will be very slow. Also, I'm removing Gally from the preferences. It's getting to be a bit much, and I'm running out of inspo by the time I get to him. If you want Gally, or another Glader to be in the preferences for that chapter, or to have an imagine for them, please comment and request!

Newt

I watched the fire, and the boys dancing around it. I took a sip of Gallys drink, forcing it down my throat. Newt sat down next to me, not saying a word. I leaned my head against his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Hey! Y/N! Come dance with us!" Adam shouted, and I sighed, about to refuse. "Yeah, come on Y/N!" Chuck called, Thomas standing behind him. I rolled my eyes, knowing full well I couldn't refuse Chuck. As I stood up, Newt's hand tightened around my waist, not letting me go.

"C'mon, Newt." He just pouted. I sighed, prying his hand away from my body, before pecking him on the cheek and standing up, going to the other Gladers.

We danced with partners to the beat of the drums, switching every now and then. After a few minutes, I ended up with Thomas, and we spun around, dancing and twirling. We stumbled out of the ring of dancing Gladers, laughing.

I fell into Thomas, who pulled me into his chest so that I wouldn't fall. I reached up and patted his head, thanking him. "I should get back to Newt now," I said, pulling myself from his grasp.

I left, only to see that Newt wasn't sitting on the log. I looked around, and spotted him walking to the homestead, and I sprinted after him. "Newt! Wait!" He kept walking, either ignoring me or simply not hearing me over the laughter and chatter coming from the bonfire. I'm sure it was the former, but for what I don't know.

I ran up next to him, grabbing his arm to help slow me down. "Hey, what's up with you?" I asked, looking up at him. He only looked away, keeping his stride. I tugged on his sleeve, getting no response.

"Newt," I whined, as we stepped into the homestead. "What, Y/N?" He snapped, and I looked at him in surprise. I shook it off. "What's up? Your acting all moody," He rolled his eyes. "Nothing." He went into his room, and I entered after him, shutting the door behind me.

I studied his eyes and face, before the realization struck me. He was jealous. I almost laughed aloud at the idea, but Newt was a teenage boy. It was understandable.

"Are you jealous?" I accused playfully, smirking at him. He flushed and shook his head, looking somewhat embarrassed. I smiled at him. "You have no reason to be jealous, Newt. No one here could compare to you." "But you fell, and Thomas caught you, and you guys just stayed like that, and..." He trailed off, looking towards the ground.

I laughed, it was sweet to know how much Newt cared. "He caught me because I fell, Newt. Nothing there. Plus, he's not my type," I said, pulling Newt into a hug. He rested his chin on my head. "What is your type?" He whispered.

I smiled, looking at him. "5'10, with messy blonde hair, amazing brown eyes, and a limp. Can't forget the beautiful personality, either."

"Are you sure?" I sighed, looking at him. I pressed a kiss to his lips, before pulling away. "Yes, Newt, I'm sure," I said, my lips brushing his. I looked into his eyes, before he gave me a small, boyish grin. He pressed his lips to mine again, tightening his grip around me.

Minho

Me and Ben ran into the Map Room, surprised that we had made it back before Minho. We joked around as we made the maps, and compared them. "Shuck," I swore. "What?" "I drew something wrong. You have an eraser on your pencil? I bit mine off," I said, frowning at it. "Sure, here," Ben said, tossing me his pencil.

"Thanks," I replied, quickly erasing my mistake. Once we were done, we exited the Map Room, making our way to wait in line for dinner.

Me and Ben shoved each other, trying to get in front of each other. I, of course, won. Nothing would stop me from getting food, not even a Griever. I got my food, looking back and waiting for him with a smirk.

He approached me, rolling his eyes. We took a seat, talking, laughing, and nudging each other. After dinner, we hung around the Glade, when it occurred to me that I hadn't seen Minho at dinner. I glanced around the Glade, only to see that he was nowhere to be found. I told Ben I was going to find Minho, and approached Newt, who was talking to Alby.

"Hey, have you guys seen Minho?" Newt and Alby looked at me. Alby shook his head, and Newt looked past me. I followed his gaze to see a pair of legs dangling off the lookout tower, and nodded at Newt. "Thanks," I said, starting towards the structure.

I scaled the ladder to find Minho, slumped over and leaning his head against the bars. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, taking a seat beside him.

He snorted. "Why do you care? Go hang out with Ben." He said, venom tinging his voice, strengthening when he said Ben's name. I blinked, surprised that he felt jealous. It was obvious, and I could see the hurt behind the facade he put on.

I nuzzled into his side, wrapping my arms around his waist. His arms stayed limp by his sides, not holding me to him like he used too. I hugged him tighter.

"Minho, do you seriously think Ben is competition? I mean, look at the differences. In my opinion, you're hotter, sassier, and better than him. When have you ever seen Ben being sassy?" "...Never," he said quietly. "Exactly. I'm yours, and no one else's. Just like you're mine and no one else's."

He slowly smiled down at me, and we shared a kiss, staying at the tower till the sun set.

Thomas

I was waiting for Thomas by the trees surrounding the Map Room, when Minho came out. He took a seat by me, tilting his head back. "I feel so shucking tired," He moaned, rubbing his eyes. I laughed and ruffled his hair. He looked at me now, wide awake.

"Why would you do that?!" He exclaimed, desperately trying to fix his hair. "You said you were tired, so I woke you up. Did it work?" I asked smugly. "Shuck off," he said, glaring at me, before the door to the map creaked open behind us.

"Hey, guys. What's got you in a mood?" Thomas directed to Minho, watching him as he combed his hands through his hair. "This shuckface decided to mess up my hair." He said, pausing from redoing his hair to jab me in the ribs with his elbow.

"Ouch! Thomas, Minho's being mean to me," I whined, looking up at him in hopes he could do something. Thomas just shook his head, smirking.

I huffed and settled on punching Minho's shoulder. Minho immediately looked at me, finishing up his hair. Registering the look in his eyes, I got up and ran behind Thomas, squealing. "Thomas, help me!" Minho got up, chasing after me as I sprinted through the Deadheads towards the Glade. I made it 1/4 the way across the Glade before Minho tackled me, rolling us over. I squirmed, trying to get away from him as he pinned me down, tickling me.

I laughed and screamed, struggling to get away from him. I finally succeeded, curling up into a heap, heaving breaths escaping my body.

I heard footsteps and looked up to see Newt approaching me. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" He asked, referring to me and Minho. I shrugged, and he held a hand out to help me up. "You might wanna check on Tommy, too. He looks a little upset." Newt said as he pulled me up.

I nodded, walking towards the dining hall in search of Thomas. I saw him sitting on one of the tables in the corner, and I grabbed my food, heading over to him.

"Hey," I said, and he gave a smile that didn't reach his eyes- far from it. "You look sad," I said, and he shrugged. "Just tired." "If you say so."

I leaned against his side, and he wrapped an arm around me, although hesitantly. He sighed, before shifting nervously. "What?" I asked, pulling away. "Uhm... I just- I wanted to ask you about Minho," "What about him?" "Is he... Should I be..." He let out a groan of frustration, slumping forward.

"Minho is just my friend. He's like a brother figure," I said, analyzing his face to see if that's what he meant to ask me. He relaxed a little, nodding. "Ok. Ok, I'll remember that," he said, smiling at me.