TMR Imagines

#four

Newt

[Y/N POV]

{WARNING: MATURE CONTENT}

Resting by a tree, I wipe some sweat off of my forehead with my sleeve then let out a huff and drop my axe onto the ground.

"Tired?" Someone asked beside me and I jump from the tree in surprise. The unknown person chuckles, "You look quite attractive when you're stressed you know." He smirks.

I fidget uncomfortably, "Umm.."

"Maybe I can relieve you of your exhaustion?" He winked suggestively and inched closer to me while I took a step back glancing at my axe debating whether I should grab for it now or just run away.

He noticed this and his smirk disappears, "Baby, what are you planning to do?" He frowns.

I grit my teeth, "Don't. Call. Me. That." I hissed at him and reached for the axe that I was supposedly using to chop off a tree.

Being too fast, he snatches my hand before I could take my weapon and I whimper in pain as his nails dug in my skin, "Come on baby, this wasn't the plan." He groaned and pulled my arm closer to him forcing my body to shove into his.

"Let go of me!" I screamed still trying to pull away my arm from his hand and he gritted his teeth not pleased by my cry of help, "You little pile of klunk-" I started again and he covered my mouth with his other hand and threw me over his shoulder.

He must've placed something on his hand because I started feeling a bit droopy and I suddenly didn't have the energy to shout or speak. "Now, now there, I have a whole night planned out for the both of us." He cackled and ran towards the Deadheads with surprisingly strong agility and I watched in helplessness as the Gladers were unaware of my situation.

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I opened my eyes and found myself in nothing, strapped on a wooden table. I looked around in alarm but I was in an empty room except for me, the table and a chair in the corner of the room.

Where the hell am I? And how did this guy build a room without being noticed?

"Alas, the lady has awoken and it's finally playtime.." A deadly voice spoke from behind me.

The figure slithered to my side grasping me in his eyes and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. Where was my boyfriend??

"HELP!" I screamed as loud as I could and whimpered when I felt a hard slap on my cheek.

"That should teach you a lesson." He sneered.

He ran a hand up my ankle and I shuddered, "Don't touch me." I snapped trying to pry away from his touch but he just laughed got up on the mildly low table, hovering inches above me.

"Let me go please!" I screamed and then the door burst open with an angry Newt glaring at the man.

Hallelujah.

"What the bloody hell are you doing to my girlfriend?!" Newt seethed in anger like never seen before. He dove for the man and continuously punched him in the face.

Once Newt was done, the body now limp in unconsciousness, he ran for me and unstrapped the belts that were holding me down. "Bloody hell." He muttered and placed both arms under my legs and back hurriedly snatched a cloth from the ground and dropping it onto me then darted off quickly.

"Thank you." I told him as I covered myself up but he looked upset, "Newt?"

"I'm sorry." Newt said, so much pain lacing his voice.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly in a soft voice.

"What's wrong is that ugly babboon was about to do things he isn't supposed to do to you because you don't belong to him and plus I didn't notice him snatching you which gives tremendous worry and disappointment and I really wouldn't blame you if you want to break up because you deserve a much better boyfriend that can protect you much better than I can." He answered, not meeting my gaze, his voice clearly blaming this on himself and I can imagine what's going on in his head.

His usually bright eyes was now watery with unshed tears and you could clearly see the pain welling up.

"Newt, you saved me, you took me before he could.." I shivered and a tear ran down his cheek, "- before it could happen and what's more is that you're now bringing me to safety because you care."

He shook his head again, still disappointed with himself and another tear went down his sad face. "That's what actually matters Newt, that you care. Without you caring about me and finding me there I would have already lost one of the most precious things that I could ever give to you." He looked down at me and said nothing but his eyes said something.

We finally reached the Homestead, a couple of people noticing the abrupt entrance and he brought us toward our shared bedroom.

He gently placed me down on the bed, "I'm sorry." He said again, wiping a tear off his face then leaned down and kissed me in the forehead softly then pulled away forcedly walking out the room, shutting the door quietly.

A/N: So yeah, hope this gave you the feels because it definitely did for me- well, come on, it's Newt fucking Whitman guys. Anyway, sorry for not updating sooner :(