The Maze Runner Imagines (requests closed)

All Gladers (Mostly Newt): Period

Requested by newtie-patootie I'm so sorry it took so long and if it's not good, argh. I feel like I let you down😢 btw I apologize it's so long
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I woke up to that familiar feeling that occurs once a month, ya know. That dreadful week where you feel like complete and utter klunk? Yeah, that.

I lay awake in bed with Newt by my side, sleeping soundly. He looks even more angelic and peaceful when he's asleep.

Newt usually wakes up before me, so I rarely see him sleep; but I always wake up a lot earlier when I'm on my shucking period.

Newt stirs in his sleep and snakes his arms around my waist. "You're up bloody early." He mutters, half asleep. "Yeah." I respond, pushing his arms off my waist.

For some reason, I shucking hate it when people make physical contact with me--let alone talk to me, when it's that time of the month. Even a hi-five would bother me at this point.

Newt slightly props himself up with his elbow, squinting with one eye barely open because of the annoying, beaming, sun illuminating the room.

"You okay love?" Newt asks concerned, I subtlety roll my eyes. "Just fine Newt, now quit worrying and go back to sleep or something." I accidentally snap, I hate to be so harsh sometimes, especially on him, but hey, I can't help my shuck emotions.

Although, Newt doesn't seem too bothered.

"Can you close the bloody curtains?"
"You have legs, you do it."
I mumble, closing my eyes to avoid Newt's probably hurt expression, and to simply escape for a moment.

Newt was kind of annoying me--which I never thought he could do.

Newt slowly rolls off the bed and closes the rickety curtains, then checks his watch.

"We have another bloody hour to sleep in, or we could do something together."
"I rather sleep." I snap, once again; like I said he was annoying me. A lot.

Newt sighs. "Are you sure you're okay love?" Newt asks, climbing back into bed next to me. My eyes are still closed, but I can still feel the bed shift.

"Yes. Newt, I said I was fine!" I sigh, obviously annoyed.

"Well how am I supposed to believe that when you aren't making bloody eye contact with me?"

I glared up at him, my eyes rolled so far back that my head hurt. "I said, I'm fine." I said as nice as I could manage. It ended up coming out extremely sarcastic, rude, and over dramatic.

Newt stared at me with a blank face, I could see faint tears glisten in his eyes. "A-are you mad at me..love?"
"No, I'm not mad at you Newt, I'm just still really tired, I'm sorry."

I pulled the covers over my face. Newt's arms met my waist again, but I pushed them off once more.

After a few minutes of silence, Newt got up and pulled on his white, tattered hoodie. He sighs, probably frustrated with my mood.

"Well, uh, I'm gonna get some bloody breakfast, do you want anything?"

I sat up in bed. "Yes, I'm starving. I'm really hoping Frypan makes those one things, ya know the little thin tortilla things with the strawberries you pick, because they're so amazing, and I could really go for one right now. I could almost taste it in my mouth, with the cream stuff, and those amazing strawberries..Mmm. I mean they're SO--"
"Crepes? I thought you bloody hated those things?"
"Psh, well I feel like having one right now. Can you please beg him to make them for me, please Newtie please?"

I over exaggerated the puppy eyes to make up for my snappy attitude before. "Uh, sure? Whatever you want love." Newt looked very confused on the huge switch in my behavior, but he left.
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When Newt came back, all he had was pancakes. No crepes.