A variety of Maze Runner preferences.
Currently writing for Gally, Minho, Newt and Thomas.
REQUESTS CLOSED
Gifs to somehow suit the preference
Youtube links to whatever I'm listening to atm...just in case you're looking for music :P
A/N: Sorry, not a great update, but an update nonetheless (it's been a while, oops).
Also, if I wrote a Teen Wolf fic, who would read it? This would be after I finish the Subject A250 series, which will probably be fiveish books in total (yes, I know, that means I still have three books to go but I'm planning ahead because TW ya know)
This song is the cutest and I love it.
Gally:
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He suddenly develops the urge to organise everything. Your house is tidy, your days are planned out, and he cooks dinner every night. It's nice at first, but when he starts combining scent diffusers to make the 'perfect scent for the baby to come home to' you have to draw the line. After all, you still have four months to go.
Minho:
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Minho finds a way to drop your pregnancy into every conversation. For example, when you ask what's for dinner, he replies:
"Pizza for three. Because there are three of us. Because you're pregnant. With a baby. In you."
When you're running late while getting ready to go out, he asks:
"Is it because you're pregnant? Are you taking longer because you have to carry a baby? As a pregnant woman? With a baby? Is that why you're running late?"
To which you replied:
"No, honey. I'm running late because I was trying to find the strongest tape to stick across your mouth. Because you're talking. With your mouth. Making words. At me."
Newt:
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Newt watches you carefully as if a baby might just come shooting out of you at any second, flying across the room and out the window. You've had to reassure him multiple times that you're not due for a few months still, and when that time comes you'll have plenty of warning. Still, it doesn't stop him from giving you odd sideways glances, and you decided the best way to deal with that is to send them right back to him.
Thomas:
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Thomas, as you predicted, just asks questions. All the time. Non-stop.
"Can you feel it kicking yet? Does it feel like a boy or girl? Do you think it's a boy? Does it hurt? Where is it's head? Can I touch it again?"
"Thomas, it's three in the morning. Get some sleep."
"I'm not tired- is the baby sleeping?! Can you tell? Can it hear me? Should I read to it? Does it go to sleep when we do?"
You decided to humour him. "Thomas, the baby will only sleep if you let it. You have to be quiet, or it won't get any rest."
"Okay, okay. Goodnight, baby. I love you."
There was a moment of silence, and you almost believed you'd found some peace and quiet at last. But, of course, that would never happen.
