Maze Runner Preferences

Newt Imagine for Emmalee_K16

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I am so so sorry it took me so long to do this!! I got a little writers block where It was hard for me to write requested imagines!! I just couldn't think of what should happen and how it should happen!! Anyway, I've procrastinated long enough and I hope you like it!!!
-TbsIsBae_TmrIsLife

You were brushing your long hair in the only mirror in the Glade when Thomas walked in. "Hey Emma!", he greeted you, "Whats the occasion?" He asks. You continue brushing your hair. God, it was so not cooperating. "Oh, Newt said we're going to go on a date. I don't know where. I mean, yeah there's not very many places here in the Glade but I still want to look nice, you know?", you explained. "Yeah, well I'll leave you to get ready I guess," he waved goodbye. "Bye Thomas," you waved back. You couldn't wait for your date with your favorite person in the whole world. He was kind, sweet, cute, stubborn, humble, and gorgeous. God, was he gorgeous. Those eyes. Those lips. That face. Gorgeousness. You rolled your eyes in the mirror at your silliness and went to the closet. Hmm, you thought. I need something cute, but not revealing. Sexy, but representable. Ooh short-shorts and a tank top! Perfect!! You thought about this for a moment, wondering if it was the right outfit for the date, until something red caught your eye. You pulled out the dress. Cute, you thought, holding it up to your torso. It was a red cocktail dress with a rose on the side.
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As soon as you walked out to the Glade, all eyes were on you. "Dayummm," one of them said. Another whistled. Minho walked up to you. "Emma? Is that you? You look great," he complimented. "Thanks," you smiled at him before walking towards the woods, where Newt said for you to meet him. You walked in slowly, looking around for any sign of him before you felt a pair of hands grab your waist. "Emmalee!!", you heard. You turned around and saw Newt. "Hey Newt," you smiled at him. He backed up to look you up and down. "Wow, Emma. You look absolutely gorgeous," he said. "Aww really, thanks," you beamed. "Come here," Newt gestured with his hand for you to come closer. When you got to where you were mere inches apart, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and kissed you passionately and whole-heartedly. Once you pulled away, he took a CD and put it in a music player. It was a slow song and you giggled to yourself. "Would you like to dance?", he asked. You smiled, "Oh. I would love to," you grabbed his hand and pulled him to where you could see the full moon shining in all it's glory. So there you were, slow dancing under the moon. Little did you know, you had an audience. "Shhhh," you heard someone whisper when you and Newt had really gotten into the dance. You ignored it and kept dancing, only to become sleepy a moment later. Newt caught you in his arms. "Here, let me lay you down," he whispered. "No," you replied quietly, "Don't let go," you relaxed into the comfort of his body as he laid down on the soft grass, your head on his chest. He ran his fingers through your brown hair. "I love you, Emma," he whispered in your ear. "I love you too, Newt," you whispered back as you drifted off into a deep sleep.