Newt x Fem!Reader
Warnings; Glader slang
3rd P.o.V
The only light in the box was the passing lights and the dark red glaring at them from the top. As the box moved upwards, two girls lay unconscious on the ground. Both girls had notes, one girl with the words 'The Betrayer' tattooed on the back of her neck, the note resting on her chest and the other had 'A5's Lover' on her neck with the note in the pocket of her shirt.
Soon the box came up to a stop and all the boys in the Glade ran over to get the new greenie and supplies. When they opened the doors, a tall blonde jumped into the box. The Gladers stood around looking at the two girls. The blonde stood in shock, staring at them and called out to the rest that that did in fact now have two girl Gladers. One of the girls, with black hair and thin frame shot up and gasped out a name, "Thomas," before falling back unconscious again. All the boys look to a dark haired boy, who seems just as confused. The blonde boy takes the note off the dark haired girl and reads it out loud. "Their the last ones ever."
Y/n's P.o.V
Everything is so dark and bright at the same time. It feels like I'm drowning. I try to move but the voices around me make me stay still. "So do we move them or leave them until they wake up?" Multiple voices start speaking at once and it makes my head throb. I groan and eventually push myself into a sitting position. Someone above me shouts something about 'she's shucking wake what do we do!' but before I can look around a wave of nausea hits me. Falling to the side, I release everything onto the floor with an awful splat. A couple of people above me groan in disgust before a new voice shouts at them.
"Leave the poor bloody girl alone alright slintheads," the accent throws me off, no one else that I could hear sounded like that. I rack my brain to think of when I've heard an accent like that before but it's like I hit a mental brick wall. I can't remember anything. At all. Panic rises in my chest and it becomes harder to breathe. I grab at anything around me while trying to get air back into my lungs. People around me start moving, making way too much noise until a guy gets in front of me. He holds his hand out like I'm some injured animal and slowly gets closer. I can't see his face, the tear blur my vision and I can't hear what he's saying, it's like someone's put my head underwater. The boy puts his hand on my shoulder as I start to dry heave. It hurts so bad, like rubbing sandpaper against my throat. Oh so I know what sandpaper is but not my own name. Brilliant. Suddenly I feel a hand on my back, rubbing gently. Some how it brings me comfort, so I try to relax into it until I'm breathing at least. Once I can see again, I look up to the boy comforting me.
"Am I in heaven? Are you angel?" It comes out before I can stop it. Hopefully my voice is too hoarse from all the heaving and crying but the laughs from the group and the shocked look on his face tell me that they heard. I'm not wrong though, this kid was gorgeous. Golden sandy hair, deep brown eyes and strong jaw are all I can see right now. The caring look on his face also makes him more angelic. He pulls his hands away from me, my face heating up at the loss of contact. I try to stand, failing miserably as my legs almost give out and Blondie grabs me before I fall. Wolf whistles and hoots echo above me, so I look up and a group of around 40 boys stand around the box. Boys. All boys. Panic fills me once again and this time Blondie can't keep me stood up. As I lay on the floor I see another girl laying unconscious on the floor.
"Where am I?"
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Thomas Brodie-Sangster and Character Imagines
FanfictionA bunch of imagines and oneshots about TBS and any character that he plays. I haven't watched everything that he's been in so warning if it's not what you expected it to be like or it's short.
