You awoke to the comforting sound of birds chirping outside you're wooden huts walls, the familiar noises of gladers getting on with their day bright and early, Newts arms wrapped around you're waist with you're face buried in his chest— Wait, what?

“Morning,” Newt mumbles with a small smile and hum of content, his British accent slightly thicker considering he'd only just woken up. “How'd you sleep-” Newt began before being met with you pushing him off the bed, you're expression confused and flustered.

“What the hell..” You mutter as you stare down at Newt with slightly wide eyes and a frown on you're face. “What were you doing in my bed!? You were supposed to sleep on the blanket on the floor.”

“I had a nightmare.” Newt responds with a slight groan as he rubs the back of his head, sitting on the floor beside you're bed. “You had a nightmare?” You blurt out, “What are you, five years old?”

“I needed to feel comfortable.” Newt retorts in a matter-of-fact tone, as if that justified anything. “And listen, I was getting this perversed power dynamic vibe—” He says, his eyes scrunching up slightly as he gestured his hands between you two, “From me sleeping on the ground and you sleeping up there.”

This scene looked almost hilarious.

“Ah, yes, how high and mighty I am up on my half-broken, dirty bed!” You say in a fake posh voice, putting a over-exageratted look on you're face as you speak.

“That's not what I meant—”

“Silence in the presence of you're queen!” You cut newt off, still having a fake posh tone. “Who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground!”

“Listen, I'm not ashamed, I slept comfortably when I got up in you're bed and I'm sure you did, too!”

“Yeah, okay.” You say with an eye roll.

“You know what— I wanna know, how did you sleep last night?” Newt counters with a knowing and curious look.

You give a short sigh; “That was the best I've slept in a long time.”

Newt gives a dramatic gasp as his eyes widen, “The queen slept comfortably with a peasant in her her bed!?”