Just a bunch of OneShots for the people who are absolutely in love with Newt (Cough cough just like me cough cough)
I do not write smut, so please do not read this book expecting that, or requesting it. Thank you!
I'm adding a second part to the im...
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You were cleaning up the medhut for the night so you could go meet Newt in the deadheads to hang out. You'd been working as a medjack for almost two years now, so Clint and Jeff trusted you to close up shop. As you were putting some supplies back in the cabinet, you hear the door open behind you. You jump, spinning around to see who just walked in.
"It's just me love," Newt says, holding a hand out in front of him as if to say clam down. You take a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm your racing heart.
"Sorry. You scared me," you say with a chuckle, leaning back against the counter. "So what are you doing here," you ask, wondering why your best friend was in the medhut. He normally didn't have time to visit you during the day, so you would just meet up in the deadheads.
"I could actually use a little help with this," he says with a sheepish grin, pulling down the collar of his shirt to reveal a deep gash on his chest. That's when you notice the tear in his shirt.
"What the hell," you mutter, pushing off the counter and walking over to him to inspect the wound closer. "Are you ok? What happened? When did you get this," you start spitting out worried questions at him.
"Bloody hell (Y/n) calm down," Newt laughs, making you glance up at him. "I just tripped over a root in the deadheads. Landed on a rock," he tells you simply. You give him a hard look, trying to see if he would crack under pressure. "Whaaat," he whines.
"I'm trying to decide if your telling the truth, or downplaying it so I won't worry," you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest and giving him a hard glare. He knew you always worried about literally everything, so he had gotten into the habit of downplaying a situation so you wouldn't freak out.
"You're cute when you try to be intimidating," he says with a smile, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. Your expression immediately drops, and you start blushing madly, looking anywhere but his eyes.
"Uh-um lets go ahead and get you fixed up," you say, stuttering out the sentence. You lead him over to one of the cots, having him sit down on the edge, his feet hanging off the side. You hide your face behind your hair, immediately turning away from him, and walking back over to the cabinets. You grab the rubbing alcohol and a clean rag, and walk back over to him. Your still hiding your face behind your hair as you sit down on a stool in front of him.
That's when you realize something that makes your eyes go wide. You'll need to take his shirt off so you can clean the gash. It wasn't a big deal. You had seen him shirtless so many times you couldn't count, cause you would sometimes hang out in his room with him. There had even been a few times you had slept in his bed with him because you were having nightmares, and he was the only person who could calm you down enough to go back to sleep. All those times he had been shirtless, but this situation made your cheeks heat up even more than they already were.
