TBS and Newt Imagines

newt || please rest

"Y/N," Minho's teasing sing-song voice surprised you. You stayed behind the Med-Jack Hut after dinner since there were many monthly supplies that have yet to be unpacked. "You should get to bed. The Keepers will get together for a few minutes... Newt won't like it if he finds out you're here alone."

You sighed tiredly. "Look at this place, Min, it's a mess." You slumped for emphasis. "And Newt won't find out unless you decide to be a jerk and tell him."

"I won't," he shrugged. "Those dark circles under your eyes might, though."

"I'll be fine." You promised. "I'll be back at Newt's hut before your Gathering wraps up."

He nodded once and disappeared immediately.

Needless to say, you didn't keep your promise.

You woke up in the middle of the night, teeth chattering from the cold. You reached out your arm to feel for Newt beside you, but all your fingertips felt were cold sheets.

"Y/N," a silent voice interrupted you from your spinning thoughts. You turned around to the source of the voice to see Newt leaning on the doorframe of the hut. His expression was stern, posture unmoving.

"What?" the word barely rolled off of your tongue properly.

"Do enlighten me and tell me why I had to lift you all the way here from the Med-Jack Hut, asleep."

His tone had you shuddering, head to toe. "I had t-to clean up..." as you spoke, he padded slowly towards his side of the bed.

His expression softened. He plopped down on your makeshift bed, staring at you intently. You shrunk under his gaze, gradually stiffening.

He took a deep breath and reached for your cheek.

You nuzzled in his open palm, then he chuckled.

"What to do with you?"

You pursed your lips, unsure of what to say.

"Please get some rest." He kissed your forehead before slipping in the sheets and closing his eyes, the only thing touching between you two being your arms.

Feeling he was still giving you the cold shoulder, you boldly intertwined your fingers, sighing in relief when his lips curled up into a small smile.

Once again, you woke up to an empty bed.

It was already bright out, so it must be around noon. As if on cue, Newt entered the room, smelling like grass and the sun.

And sweat. Mostly sweat.

"I overslept," you realized, putting your weight on your elbows. "Clint will kill me."

"I told Clint to let you sleep." Newt sat down on the end of the bed. "I also gave him a good talking to about letting you stay in the Hut late."

"He didn't know." You informed, 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?" you asked.

"It's my lunch break." He answered. "And we need to talk."

As ridiculous as it may sound, you prepared for the blow. You mentally prepared yourself in case Newt decided to break up with you for being such a burden.

"What about?" you inquired, shifting closer to him.

"You need to stop overworking, love." He was obviously still mad, but his tone was gentle. He took your small hands in his larger ones. He furrowed his brows. "You're already heating up." He sighed.