The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines || DISCONTINUED

He sings to you

Thomas
You and Thomas were laying on the bed together. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his chest. He starts quietly singing to you. He didn't have the best singing voice but it made you comfortable.

Can you feel the love tonight?
The peace the evening brings
The world, for once, in perfect harmony
With all its living things

Newt

Newt played the guitar and you sing with him. The song you both been working on together has been took a while to get the notes but you both managed to get it. He strums the cords and you begin the first chorus.

I've made up my mind
Don't need to think it over
If I'm wrong I am right
Don't need to look no further
This ain't lust
I know this is love but

Soon Newt singing the next line

If I tell the world
I'll never say enough
Cause it was not said to you
And that's exactly what I need to do
If I'm in love with you

Then you both started singing the main chorus

Should I give up
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste?
Even If I knew my place should I leave it there?
Should I give up
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere

"That went great, love." Newt said.
"Thanks babe." You said. "But you were a little flat in the end."
"No I wasn't you were flat." He joked.
"No you were flat." You giggled as you climbed on his lap to attack his lips.
"Let me but my guitar down first." He struggled to get the guitar down when you were already on his lap kissing him.

Gally
Gally lost a bet so he had to sing in front of the entire Glade. He didn't want to but everyone bugged him about it. He stood in the middle of the Glade while everyone gathered around.
"Sing like a Canary, Gally!" Shouted Minho.
Gally sighed and rolled his eyes. Then he opened his mouth and began to sing. And to all of your shock he had an amazing voice.

Oh, won't you stay with me?
'Cause you're all I need
This ain't love it's clear to see
But darling, stay with me

He hit every note and pitch perfectly. You all stood silence. Then Chuck began to clap. Soon the whole Glade roared in applause. Gally blushed and walked away. You caught up to him. And asked.
"Why didn't you tell me you could sing?"
"I don't like the attention."
"How do you feel about a duet?" You joked. Gally smirked and hugged you.

Chuck
What came out of the box was a ukulele. Chuck picked it up to examine. He started strumming it. You were surprised. He played it like he's been playing his whole life.
"Chuck how are you doing that?" You asked?
"I don't know it jus feels right." He answered.
"Sing something."
"Sing what?"
"Anything that sounds right."
It took Chuck a few moments before he began to sing something that to you even sounds right.

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

Pretty soon you joined in.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself what a wonderful world

"Did that sound right?" Chuck asked.
"It sounded familiar." You said.

Minho
You and Minho can't sing to save your lives. But you can sure rap. Nothing original though. You can beatbox like a pro.
Once you started a beat he began to keep up with the pace and started rapping.

There's an infestation in my mind's imagination. I hope they choke on smoke cause I'm smoking them out the basement. This is not rap, this is not hip-hop. Just another attempt to make the voices stop Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something. 'Cause I wasn't the only one who wasn't rushing to say nothing. This doesn't mean I lost my dream. It's just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean

"Nice babe." You complimented.

"We're one song closer to a fire mixtape." He said.

Y'all thought the rap one what gonna be Hamilton but I figured that you guys had enough of Hamilton so there some twenty øne pilots for y'all

Question: what's you style (of clothing)

Answer: A mix of girly, grudge, and comfy,