TMR Imagines

Newt: Your Boyfriend Hits You

Your POV:

You're working in the Bloodhouse with your boyfriend, Winston. He had convinced you to become a Slicer so you could spend more time with him, but you aren't fond of the job though...at ALL.

The sight of blood makes you gag. You've been working for 3 days now and have somehow, by some miracle, managed to not throw up.

"Hey, Y/N?" You hear Winston call. You turn towards him and see him cleaning off one of the knives. Blood is caked onto it. Your eyes widen at the sight, your throat clenching.

'No,' You think to yourself,'Y/N, you are not going to puke.'

"Ya, Winston?" You reply, looking him dead in the eye to avoid seeing the knife again.

"Can you go grab one of the pigs from outside?" He asks, finally drying off the knife and putting it down on the table."Frypan says he needs some meat from it for tonight."

"Sure." You answer with a slight smile before walking outside.

You let out a sigh of relief, taking in the bloodless scent around you.

Oh how you hate being a slicer, but you could never tell Winston that. Seeing what he did to those animals made you almost scared of him...

You make your way over to the pig pen to see your best friend, Newt, standing by them.

You had met Newt on your first day in the Glade. He had given you the tour and you guys instantly bonded.

"Hey." You say nicely, stepping over the fence. You shoes squish in the mud and sludge, making a shiver go down your back.

"Oh, hey Y/N." He responds."How's work at the Bloodhouse going?"

You bite your lip."Um, it's-it's going well."Newt looks up from whatever he was doing, raising an eyebrow.

"You hate it, don't you?"

"I wouldn't say hate, but, well, ya..."  You sigh."How's gardening?"

Newt holds up the basket he's carrying."I was just taking a few of the rotten crops over here, you know, thought the pigs might like'em."

You grab the rope around one of the pig's necks, pulling the stubborn animal towards the gate. 

"So, I take that it's not going well?" You respond with a smirk. Newt rolls his eyes and laughs, tossing a rotten tomato aimlessly to one of the hogs. 

"You need any help with that?" He asks, setting down his basket.

"No-I think I got it, thanks though." You respond, trying with all your might to get the stupid beast to move. 

You hear him chuckle a bit.

"Here." 

Newt hops over the fence. A disgusted look appears on his face as his shoes sink with a slurp into the mud. 

"Not so great is it?" You say with a laugh. Newt only responds with a smirk, making his way over towards him. 

He grabs onto the rope. His hands brush against your's briefly, sending a chill down your spine. 

"On three." He states."One, two, three!" You both tug as hard as you can on the rope.

The stubborn pig squeals, finally agreeing to move. Newt lets go, opening up the gate behind you. 

You sigh with relief."Thanks."

"Anytime." He responds with a smile. 

You bite your lip, looking back at the Bloodhouse. Your throat tightens at the thought of going back in there."I should probably get back to work..."