Newt imagines (Newt X reader)

bruises

your POV

I lay in my hammock, looking up at the bright blue sky. My thoughts wandering to unimportant things. I can feel my body relax as my hammock swings softly with the warm breeze. I take in a deep breath and smile. Everything feels alright. I wasn't worrying about finding a way out of here. I wasn't worrying about our supplies. It's been a long time since I felt this way and I'm going to enjoy it for as long as I can. It feels good to not have boys swermig around you for a second. Who would guess that boys could be so annoyingly loud. 

Suddenly a shadow takes my sun away and I open my eyes, taking in the kind face that hangs above me. I stand up and greet him with a hug. Newt stumbles, grimaces and quickly unwraps my arms. I look up at him, concern written all over my face. 

"What's wrong?" 

He brushes my hair out of my face. 

"Nothing, love."

He sits down on my hammock and I hesitantly sit next to me. Trying to regain my balance as the hammock swings from the sudden weight. 

"You look in pain. Tell me what happend. Is it your ankle?" 

I put my fingers under his chin, so he is forced to look at me. 

"No, my ankle is fine, love.  So how was your day? I heard it was busy in the med-hut."

He smiles softly at me. I've know Newt long enough and he doesn't look okay. I can see the pain in his eyes, while he clenches his jaw. Soft enough, so I won't notice. I care a lot about him and it pains me to see him like this, but it hurts even more when he is lying to me about it. 

"Yeah it was. If it isn't your ankle, then what is it?" I try 

"Y/N, it doesn't matter, you would only worry."

Well, I guess it's too late for that. I'm already shucking worried. I think when I notice a hint of dried blood on his cheeck. 

"Blondie, please tell me. How am I meant to help you if you won't tell me?"

He looks down before letting out a long sigh and falls into his side. He burries his face into my pillow. I shift closer to him and rub his back. 

"I got in a fight with Tommy." His voice is barely a whisper. 

I'm shocked, Newt is never the one to fight, besides he and Tommy are great friends. You would think they are dating. Sometimes it even kind of makes me jealous. Tommy is how I found out about my feelings for Newt. I wanted him to look at me almost just like he looked at Thomas. I know he isn't gay, trust me I've asked hundreds of times. But Newt fighting him? He has always sorted things out using his words.

I take the pillow away, he hasn't been crying, but I can see the pain in his eyes. I give him a quick kiss on his forehead, making him look at me, suprised. 

"Why... why were you fighting?" 

"It doesn't matter, love."

I want to protest, but he cuts me off. 

"Y/N, it happend, okay? Can we not talk about it, please?"

I slowly nod, before my curiousity takes over. I didn't want to force him into telling me.

"Then at least let me help you clean up." 

I pull him out of my hammock and take his hand, guiding him to the med-hut. 

"How bad is it?"

"Not that bad" He says softly, making me even more worried. 

I know what question I'm supposed to ask next, but for some reason it makes me nervous. Ofcourse I have seen Newt shirtless before. It's just that my feelings for him have been growing fast and I don't know what to do about it.

"Uhm, Newt? I need you to take of your shirt."

"Need or want, love?" He smirks, trying to break the tension in the room. 

It makes me blush slighty, but I pull myself togheter and look him deathly in the eye. I would laugh at it some other time, but I first need to know if he's alright. I take hold of the bottom of his orange tank top and lift it up. He sticks his arms in the air and I carefully pull his top up. I stare at his normally stunning toned chest, but now it is just a painfull sight. The bruises that are beginning to form fill every inch of his chest. The cuts are worst, they are small and shallow but bleed a lot. The sight makes me want to cry, but I hold myself togheter. 

I press a finger against his smooth skin, he flinches at my touch. I trace his abs, more gentle this time as if they are some fascinating antique, which they practically are. I want to embrace him, but I'm too scared to hurt him. I know he is smirking above as I admire his perfect body. Snapping out of my gaze I take a wetted cloth out of the closet and start to dap at the blood. The thick liquid keeps gashing out and I end up using bandages. Next I look at his bruises, there isn't much I can do. I only treat the really big ones and put my stuff back into the closet. 

I stand before him and look up into his entrancing eyes. He cups my face in his hands and gently runs his thumb up and down my cheekbone. 'Thank you' he mouths, not wanting any sound to ruin this moment. I close my eyes blocking out everything but him, I have an overwhelming feeling of safety and love. I never want it to end. He pulls me close to him and presses his lips onto mine. First hesitantly, when he feels me kissing back he melts more into the kiss. Our lips start to move insync as I wrap my hands around his neck, closing the space between us. He pulls away looking down at me with a huge smile playing on his flushed face.

"What?" I chuckle

"You kissed back." 

"Ofcourse I did, you shank."

AN: Still waiting for WCKD to put me in a maze with him so this can be real. I hope this story made you feel just as single as I did while writing it. Don't forget to vote and leave a comment! I love you, babes! (Requests are still open, just go to the first chapter.)