Newt imagines (Newt X reader)

Rest, Love

Your POV

"Y/N" Minho's teasing voice surprises me.

I've been staying behind in the med-hut since there are many monthly supplies that have yet to be packed.

"You should get to bed. The keepers are going to have a meeting for a few minutes... Newt won't like it when he finds out that you're still awake and staying here alone."

I sigh tiredly.

"Look at this place, Min. It's a mess" I slump for emphasis. "And Newt won't find out unless you decide to be a jerk and tell him"

"I won't" he shrugs "Those dark circles under your eyes might though"

"It'll be fine" I promise. "I'll be back at Newt's hut before your gathering warps up"

He nods once and then dissapears immediatly.

Needless to say, I won't keep my promise.

~

I wake up in the middle of the night, teeth chattering from the cold. I reach out my arm to feel Newt's body beside me, but all my fingertips feel are cold sheets.

"Y/N"

A silent voice interrupts me from my spinning thoughts. I turn around to the source of the sound to see Newt leaning on the doorframe of the hut. His expression is stern, posture unmoving.

"What?" I can barely make the word roll off of my tongue properly.

"Do enlighten me and tell me why I had to carry you all the way here from the med-hut, asleep"

His tone makes me shudder, head to toe.

"I had t-to clean up..." he slowly walks towards his side of the bed as I speak.

His expression softens. He plops down on our makeshift bed, staring at me intently. I shrink under his gaze, gradually stiffening. He takes a deep breath and reaches for my cheek. I nuzzle in his open palm, making him chuckle.

"What do I do with you?"

I purse my lips, unsure of what to answer.

"Please get some rest"

He kisses my forehead before slipping under the covers and closing his eyes, the only thing touching between us two being my arms. Feeling he is still giving me the cold shoulder, I boldly intertwine our fingers, sighing in relief when his lips curl up into a smile.

~

Once again, I wake up to an empty bed

"I overslept" I realize, putting my weight on my elbows "Clint will kill me"

"I told Clint to let you sleep" Newt sits down on the end of the bed "I also gave him a good talk about letting you stay in the hut late"

"He didn't know" I say, sitting up.

"You're his responsibility, Y/N"

"It's my fault"

"I didn't say it wasn't"

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" I ask

"It's my lunchbreak" he says "and we need to talk"

As ridiculous as it may sound, I prepare myself for the blow. I mentally prepare myself in case Newt decides to break up with me for being such a burden.

"About what?" I ask, shifting closer to him.

"You need to stop overworking, love" he is obviously still mad, but his tone is gentle.