TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Their Rules

I left the homestead in search of my boyfriend, Newt. The box had come up today and after Newt jumped in, he hurried off with something in his hand. I was looking for him for an hour but he was nowhere.

I decided shrug it off and returned back to work in the med huts. I had just finished with a slicer when Newt stumbled in. He nervously limped towards me.

"Hey Newt. Is it your ankle again?" I asked waiting for him to sit down. He just shook his head and scoffed.

"Why are you so bloody worried about me?" He asked furiously.

I was at a a loss for words. "Cause I care about you. I don't get what you're getting at." 

"You always ask me about my bummed leg. It's just a constant reminder that I'm not the same anymore," he said. "I'm done with this."

"What do you mean you're done? Done with what?" I asked crossing my arms. "I'll stop asking if-"

"Stop!" He barked at me. My blood ran cold as he glared at me. "I'm done with this. With us. I think we're done here." He started walking to the door but I grabbed his arm and spun him around so he had to look at me.

"You can't just say you're done. Don't you love me?" My eyes pooled with tears but I wouldn't let them fall.

"Maybe I did once," he said emotionless. "Don't think of it as us breaking up. Think of it as me finally being happy." He pulled his arm back and left the hut.

The air was sucked from my lungs as I stood there. Newt had never spoke to me like that, to anyone like that. I couldn't move. My body felt numb as I stared at the closed door.

It took minutes of agonizing silence for me to break. I crumbled onto my knees and buried my face in my hands. My palms filled with tears as I over thought our relationship.

He always seemed so happy. He seemed to be brighter with me. The other boys had said they had never seen Newt look so alive until I showed up a few months ago. I was worried about his leg but he said it gave him an excuse to come to the med huts and see me. Why would he lead me on for so long?

"(Y/N) I need-" Jeff began as he walked into the room. "Woah what happened?" He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and shushed my crying.

"Nothing. I'll get back to work," I sniffled.

"No you should take the rest of the day off and tell me what happened later. Alright?" He instructed. I nodded and allowed him to help me stand.

I left the hut with my arms wrapped around myself. I walked to the deadheads and sad beside a large tree, our tree. The tree newt and I carved our initials into when we first got together.

There's a time when everything seems to be falling apart around you and you forget how to breath. Newt was my trigger. I just hoped he didn't load the gun first.

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News spread fast around the glade of Newt and my breakup. The boys would give me sympathetic looks as I passed this week but never asked if I was alright because they knew the answer. It wasn't until today someone decided to ask me.

"How ya doing, princess?" Minho sat across from me at our table across the room from Newt. I couldn't help but stare at him knowing he's the one who ruined me. He's the one who dug into my chest and twisted my heart around. He's the one who squeezed every ounce of life out of me.

"Do you really want me to answer?" I asked looking down at my empty plate.

"Okay come with me," he said and grabbed my hand. Despite my protests, he dragged me through the glade until we were inside the med huts.

"Minho let me go," I groaned and tried pushing past him. He just moved closer into the room so I had no way of escaping. "Min, stop." I hadn't realized I was crying until Minho pulled me into a tight hug so my tears could dampen his shoulder.

"Shh I know. I know it hurts," he whispered trying to soothe me. It didn't work. The only person who could calm me down since I was in the glade was Newt. He knew what to say, what to do, how to make me feel, and now it was all taken away.

"You need to stop letting him hurt you still," he said but I pushed him away lightly.

"You don't get it, Minho. I can't just stop. He was, IS my everything but I wasn't his. I was so naive to think some amazing guy like him could love... me. I have nothing Minho! Nothing! You heard what he said, 'now he'll finally be happy'. I never made him happy. I was so worthless and stupid to think he could love me. I'm nothing without him. I can't function properly, hell I wanna jump off the walls like he did! It's not fair that he led me on so long and I'm the one stuck hurting!"

"(Y/N) please just breath-" Minho begged and pulled me back into a hug. Another wave of sobs filled my throat as I clung onto his shirt.

"(Y/N)," I knew the familiar voice. "Can we talk?"

"Shuck no. You aren't coming another step closer to her," Minho warned but I pushed him lightly to get him to stop.

"It's fine, Min. Just give us a couple minutes," I said looking to him. I knew if I looked at Newt I would start crying. This was the effect he had on me and he knew it too.

"If he does anything, you scream for me," he said before chucking Newt's shoulder as he walked out the door. I stood there with my arms around me waiting for him to talk. It was seconds of awkward silence before I spoke up.

"You have five seconds to talk before I'm leaving," I said.

"That's all I need," he assured me and took steps closer. He took a deep breath before holding our a piece of paper.

"What's this? You couldn't just say you hated me to my face?" I finally looked at him. His eyes were bloodshot, like he hadn't slept in weeks, and the bags under his eyes didn't help. His hair was mangled and dirty with matched his clothes. He looked about how I felt.

"Please just read it," he begged. I unfolded the paper and read over the black ink.

Your relationship with her is affecting our data. It must end or most unpleasant consequences will be afflicted onto her.  Thank you for cooperation.

I was at a loss for words. I couldn't even fathom what was happening. So the creators are now telling us who we can and can't be with?

"So you- you..." I stuttered.

"I couldn't let you get hurt. If that's what I had to do, I was gonna do it," he explained.

"Screw them," I said crumbling up the note. He looked confused and stared at the paper in my fist.

"What?"

"Screw them. They've taken everything from us and I'm done. They can take my life, my memories, my damn sanity, but they're not taking you from me." He cupped my cheeks and crashed our lips together.

We broke apart and pressed our foreheads together. He chuckled. "They're gonna have to go through me first."