TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt AU // Seventeen (Pt.1) *REQUEST*

* This imagine was requested by fangirlfr0mhell
I was SO happy to get this request because I am absolutely obsessed with the soulmate ideas! This got a little out of hand so I'm gonna put it into two parts. I hope that's okay! *

Third Person POV

Newt's eyes scanned over every inch of his skin, looking for the black ink that would soon develop onto it. He was 16 and 11 months old, not 17 yet but close enough that the number forced his heart to race. 17 was a big number just like 16 and 18 were- 16 you could drive a car and 18 you were legally an adult. But for Newt, 17 was worse than any other number out there.

17 was the age that the tattoo would appear. The boy or girl would wake up with a fresh pile of ink carved under their skin without them even knowing. The kicker, their soulmate would have the matching tattoo.

Newt lived in a world where soulmates existed and they would be connected on their 17th birthday. The soulmates would having identical tattoos in matching places of whatever would connect the two together.

Newt remembered the day his parents explained to him soulmates, since it was the first time Newt felt so happy in his life. The thought of having someone in this world made for you made Newt feel ecstatic. His soulmate would be his other half, the person who completed him and would make him feel whole. Who wouldn't want that?

He's had his mother tell him the story of her tattoo a hundred times at least, and each time he feels more giddy inside. His mother explained how she woke up on her seventeenth birthday with a tattoo of a coffee cup drawn on her left thigh. It wasn't until weeks later when a man spilled his coffee into her lap that she realized that her silly tattoo was the best thing that had happened to her. Newt used to await the day of his seventeenth birthday, but not anymore.

Newt despises the idea of soulmates now. He once thought it was a blessing to have someone destined to be with you, but now he hated it. He didn't want to be tied to someone when his heart longed to be another. That was his predicament.

He was in love, which was almost unheard of for his age. Most kids his age eagerly awaited their birthday so that they could know what to keep an eye out for, even if it was a coffee cup like his parents had. But Newt hated it, because it meant he couldn't be with the girl he wanted.

He didn't mean to fall in love with her- nobody means to fall in love with someone who isn't their soulmate- but he couldn't help it. He was mesmerized by her, and growing up with her only meant his feelings came from a deeper root than his soulmate- his soul mate would only know him for partial of his life, but (Y/N) had known him for all of it.

Newt stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his eyes still looking over his shirtless torso for any sign of a tattoo- nothing yet. The brims of his eyes had tears building up, and his friends around him took notice.

"Newt, staring at it won't make the tattoo come any faster," Minho teased from behind, while hitting his friend on the back.

The boys had just finished their game of soccer (football) and were changing out of their sweaty uniforms to go home for the day. But Newt did this everyday, well every time he was beside a mirror. He was practically obsessed with finding his tattoo, that way he knew what to avoid so that he never found them. If he didn't find them, he'd never have to leave (Y/N).

"Yeah, man," Thomas added as he slipped on a fresh shirt. "You should be excited to find your soulmate. Don't you wanna see what kinda girl is made for you?"

Newt ignored his friends and walked towards his bag to grab himself a clean shirt. His eyes suddenly noticed the blue on top of Minho's tan skin, and rushed over to grab hold of his arm.