The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Christmas Morning

Thomas: It was Christmas morning, in yours and Thomas' apartment. It seemed a bit too quiet though, which meant Thomas was awake. You both lay back to back, which also meant you were both awake, and out of no where Thomas jumped up, and was hovering over you.
"Hi," you said, clearly still half asleep but excited, nevertheless.
"Hey," his voice sounded like a deep version of a little girl on Christmas morning. "Come on, let's go!"
He jumped off, running out the door, then stopping and turning around, peeking his head through the door frame.
"Hurry!" He pressed.
"I'm getting out of bed Thomas. Trust me, I've been waiting all night for this."
"Doesn't seem like it. If so, like me, we would be downstairs already!"
You scoffed and met him by the door frame. You simply pecked him cheek and stepped back.
"I'll race you." You told him.
"Oh will you?"
You answered by charging down the hallways, footsteps following, to the enormous tree in the living room, where presents lay.

Newt: Your eyes fluttered open, you looked around, noticing that it was, indeed, Christmas morning.
"Eeeeeeeek!!!!"
You jumped up, practically on top of Newt, poking his face until he awoke.
"Newt. Newt. Newt." He groaned and woke up a bit, squinting around the room and then at you.
"What is going? Is there a fire or something?"
You laughed a little and shook your head.
"No. It's Christmas!"
"Uhhh..."
He slowly closed his eyes but you shook him awake again.
"Come on! Let's go!"
"Can we go back to sleep afterwards?" He pleaded.
"I don't know, I'll think about it."
He groaned again and you got up onto the cold floor and then pulled him up.
"Y/N, why do we have to get up early on Christmas? Why can't we just wait until when we actually get up."
"Because," you said, flattening his hair a bit. "It's just always been like that. Now come on!" You pulled him with you, down the hallways and passed a window, which was pitch black.
"Uh, Y/N, what time is it?"
You groaned and checked your phone.
"12:05. It would've been midnight when we were down here if you would've just cooperated."
He couldn't help but chuckle, while you both made your way into the flooding of presents.

Minho: "Y/N," Minho whispered into your ear. "Y/N..."
"What, Minho?" You groaned, glancing up at him.
"ITS CHRISTMAS!!!" He shouted.
"Minho! Shush!"
"What? Am I not allowed to be happy?" He pulled a sad, pouting face, trying to make you feel bad. Though, you just turned around and tried to fall back asleep.
"Come on Y/N, we have to catch Santa!"
You chuckled at his childish ways.
"Minho," You said flatly. "You do know that Santa isn't-"
"DONT YOU SAY IT!" He yelled, cutting you off. You threw your hands up in surrender, still laughing at the thought.
"I haven't been able to catch him yet," he continued, completely disregarding your previous statement. "But this year I may have a chance, with my partner in crime."
"If I knew you would be this weird on Christmas, I wouldn't have moved in with you."
He put on a face of hurt, holding his hand to his heart. "Wow, Y/N, that really hurt."
You laugh it off and he rolls his eyes, while pulling you up.
"Come on, pleeeeeaaaaassse!"
"You know what? Fine. But it better not be 3:00 in the morning or something."
"Nah, it's 3:06. We're good." He winks and gets up, pulling you out of bed.
"Sometimes, I really just want to punch you."
"But you won't, 'cause you love me."
You scoff. "Very true, though people you love other people, still punch them."
He doesn't answer, but he pulls you out into the hall, away from the carpet and onto the hard, cold floor.
You shutter, but he doesn't stop, he keeps going, pulling you every which way.
"Oops," he says. "Looks like we missed him this year. You think he hit the other shanks yet?"
"Yeah probably. He's fast, I tell you."
"Yeah, yeah. Well, it looks like it's time to open presents!"
You cross your arms, turning around to go back to bed, though he pulls you around and picks you up, putting you over his shoulder. You shriek for him to let you down, but he walks to the living room and plops you on the couch.
"Thanks for the ride." You say.
"No problem. Here's your present."
You smile at the over-excited Minho, and start opening the present.

Gally: "Gaaaaally." You groan, stretching.
"Hmm?"
"What time is it?"
He groans a bit, and checks the clock.
"Noon..."
Your eyes instantly open, and you sit up.
"Noon?! It's already noon?! We were supposed to get up early and open presents and then get ready for that stupid Christmas party."
"What time does that start?"
"It's starts in an hour."
"We can skip it."
"No. We have to go. We go every year and we are not going to be that one couple who skips a party they said they'll go to for the last two weeks."
"Okay, tell you what. You can get ready, and I'll open presents." He smirks and jumps up, running to the door.
You don't know how, but even before Gally was close to the door, you were there, blocking his way out.
"I don't think so, hot shot. I got a schedule. It taker approximately forty-five minutes for me to get ready, which means we have fifteen minutes to open presents. Let's go."
You run down the hallway, while he walks as slowly as possible to the living room.
He regretted it, because he missed you ripping open two presents at a time to get all of them out of the way.

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Okie everyone, that's all I got for right now. I'll try to get more Christmas ones by the end of December and hopefully they'll be more than three. Lol.

Also, I promise, those imagines will be up by next Friday, and not any later.

Also, I'm gonna start a question of the day type thing.

So QOTD:
Who's your favorite TMR (series) character?

Mine is Newt, but it was a process, I guess you could say.
It started with it being Gally (because he was the bad kinda guy and idk they're fun I guess) and Newt was my second favorite and Chuck was my third. Then Gally killed Chuck and I was pretty upset about that, then Newt became my favorite. Though, sometimes in the book, I was questioning my favorites because of Newt. Lol.