Maze Runner Preferences (Requests Open)

They Celebrate Christmas With You (The Guys)

Thomas(Your P.O.V)
It had been last minute for sure. Kind of. Thomas got people gifts only to end up buying people more. His heart is in the right place with that. It usually is with the things he does.

His head is now realizing that may not have been the brightest thing. He’s going to be broke for a while now, but he’s sure it's worth it despite all that.

Everyone was coming over early tomorrow. By basically the crack of dawn people would be arriving with stockings, gifts, and way too much food.

That's about three hours away. That's about two and half hours to wrap the rest of these if we want any chance of sleeping.

“I’m going to go make more hot chocolate,”I yawned, peeling the tape off of my fingers before walking to the kitchen with both our mugs. Barely alive by now, I just poured the milk in, added the powder, and stuck them in the microwave.

“Thank you, Y/N. Again,”He called from his spot over the cutting of wrapping paper.

“You're welcome. Just try and save these for birthdays or something next year,”I suggested.

“Yeah. That would have been a better idea,”He agreed.

“We’re almost done though,”I sighed, taking the nugs out of the microwave before it could beep. Walking back to my spot with them, I took a sip of mine before placing them on the table.

“I love you,”He drew out, his voice as genuine as it was sympathetic that he didn't know when to give up.

“I love you too. Even if we have thirty presents left to wrap,”I sighed.

“As long as you still love me.”

I always will. Even when he has me stressing, sleep deprived, and surrounded by colorful paper that crinkles at every move.

Newt(Your P.O.V)
Pinterest, extra hot glue, glitter, cardboard, and way too much free time. Whoever could have imagined that could go wrong in the slightest? Everyone knows that's a great combination that never ends in regrets. Especially when you drag your boyfriend into it.

“No, no, no, no, no!”I said quickly, reaching for the falling box. Sliding on the floor, I caught in my hands. Breathing a sigh of relief, I let myself relax for one second only to hear a crash and loud cursing.

Turning around, I saw Newt with green and red glitter covering every inch of his clothes and a spilled bowl on the hardwood by his feet.

“Y/N, I-I love you,”He sighed.

“I love you too.”

“Why are we hot glueing everyone's names to their gifts in glitter?”

“Because was supposed to be easy,”I answered.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“This is not easy.”

“Yeah. I can see that now.”

“We have more glitter at least, right? This won't be for nothing?”He pleaded, his face somehow both defeat and determination. Maybe not wanting to lose to sparkles that never actually leave is a great motivator.

“Of course. I would at least think that through,”I promised, sitting up and placing the box back on the table.

“Can you turn up the Christmas music so I can drown out my growingly worrying thoughts?”

“You don't have to finish this with me,”I promised.

“This is a Christmas craft, and you like crafts and Christmas. I will share in that joy,”He insisted.